#like we know its weird but we forgot that it is something to GASP AND CHOKE for

[hinnypottter]

I have a friend who had never watched or read Harry Potter before.

She started watching the movies a few months ago and today we saw the last one together because I wanted to see her reactions to the plot twists, to Snape being in love with Lily, to Harry being a Horcrux, to the character deaths and so on...

It was all very fun, but when we reached the epilogue it was the absolute PEAK of the evening.

The way she GASPED and nearly CHOKED with popcorn when her brain grasped the fact that Harry's son name is Albus Severus Potter will stay with me forever.

[knyontop]

alr so I know you said platonic bowers gang, so I have a idea, basically them w a reader who isn’t in their school — like they met reader at the arcade or smth and the gang drags them around to hang out; their all touchy w reader cause that’s pratically their baby now !!

though the gang doesn’t want reader to know of what their actually like (which are bullies) .. to protect them of course, but maybe reader ends up finding out through accidentally stumbling upon where the gang (henry) was trying to carve his name into bens stomach ? the gang sees and then runs after reader to try and explain … I’ll leave the ending up to you honestly.

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Let me explain…

THIS IS SO SMART I LOVE IT???

Yandere!platonic!Bowers gang x reader

Ft: Henry bowers, Patrick Hocksetter, Victor Criss, Belch Huggins, Ben (I forgot his last name), and our amazing, handsome, beautiful reader.

Tw: yandere stuff, possessive behavior, patrick, violence, remember this is yandere BOWERS GANG so bewareeeee!!

Y/N ran into the arcade excited to play, they were trying to beat there high score. They were so focused on getting there they weren’t aware of there surroundings and accidentally bumped into someone. Y/N muttered out a sorry but the person grabbed there wrist, “What the hell is wrong with you?” He said turning Y/N around to face him.

Y/N is meet face to face with Henry bowers, Y/N has heard about him but never really cared to look into it. He had an angered look on his face and Y/N quickly thought of a way to diffuse the situation. “Uh, im so sorry! I really didn’t mean to..” they said looking at the ground in shame.

Henry raised an eyebrow and let go of there wrist. “Oh. Its- Its fine.” He said, after he said that his eyes widened what did he just say? He wasn’t actually letting the kid off the hook? Really? That wasn’t like him at all! Something in him just felt bad for lashing out at the kid… he didn’t know why he felt this.

Y/N perked up and then smiled “Alright then! Well buh bye.” They said before scurrying off to find there favorite arcade game.

Belch put his hand on Henrys shoulder, “What the hell was that?” He asked his friend that was now staring in shock. “I dont even fucking know.” He said before getting himself together with a huff. “What a weird kid.” He said before turning back to his friends.

“We gonna do anything about em’? Ive never seen that twerp around here.” Patrick said crossing his arms. Victor then chimed in, “Yeah I mean im pretty sure we would know them if they were around here.” Henry groaned. “Can you all shut up? Why do we care about them?” Belch then looked at the kid that was far away from them playing an arcade game. “I dont know, they seem interesting.” Belch said. There was like something drawing him towards them, it was strange feeling of wanting to protect.

Y/N was to focused on there game to notice the four teenagers staring into the back of there head, poor child not knowing what was to come.

There fate was already sealed with the bowers gang.

Y/N had officially beat there high score, they smirked and exclaimed under there breath. “Yes!” They whispered to themselfs. They were feeling pretty hungry so they were going to ask there parents if they could go eat or something.

Y/N started walking to the exit but they tripped over something, they fell onto the floor but caught themselves with there hands. They gasped and turned to see what happened, they couldn’t have just tripped on air! They say a tall boy with black hair and a mischievous grin on his face.

“Heyyyy~ I ain’t seen you around here before, you new here?” He asked staring down at the kid, there were three other boys with him including the one boy they bumped into.

Y/N awkwardly rubbing the back of there neck embarrassed, “Im not new ive been here before…” they said before a boy with blonde platinum hair spoke up. “Oh, never seen you around school ether what school you go to?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

Y/N stood up brushing themselves off and fixing there ruffled clothes. “I uh go to [school name].” Then he spoke again. “Oh.” He said looking at the kid feeling some weird attachment to them.

“Well I must get going now, uh later?” They said before trying to walk away but the boy they bumped into earlier grabbed there wrist tightly. “Do you think you can just turn your back on us? Show some respect and look at us.” He said with a glare and the kid looked surprised at his hostility.

“Oh- im sorry?” They said unsure of what was going on, Patrick noticed they obviously had no idea who they were so they might as well have fun with it.

A bigger boy walked up to Y/N, “Dont worry about Henry, hes just being a bit of a dick right now.” He said nudging Henrys shoulder to tell him to knock it off not wanting Henry to scare the them away. “Im Belch, nice to meet you.” He said holding his hand out feigning innocence as if he wasn’t one of the local bullies.

Y/N chuckled nervously and took his hand shaking it before quickly re-tracing there hand. “Uh huh.” They said before the skinnier boy with platinum hair stepped forward. “Im Victor, and behind me is Patrick sorry if he didn’t make the best first impression.” He said glancing at his tall friend annoyed.

Y/N hummed nodding there head. “Its fine, totally not going to see him in my dreams tonight.” They said sarcastically making Patricks smirk grow.

“So uhm nice to meet you guys and ta tah now!” They said making an attempt to leave again before one of them would stop them, again.

Victor quickly blurted out a “Wait!” And stepped in front of them. “Hey, we just meet. It would be a shame if you left so soon.” He said as a grin pulled at his lips. “Okay is this what were doing?” They said before Patrick took there wrist and started dragging them with the group. “Were going to have a great time kid.” He said while poor Y/N just followed after them so confused of what they were getting themselves into.

These boys were strange, but Y/N couldn’t lie they had some fun hanging out with these reckless teenagers eventually getting comfortable with them but still having this gut feeling something was wrong so they pushed down away and continued hanging with the odd boys.

How naive you are Y/N.

Y/N was walking home from school, just skipping along listening to the birds chirp and feeling a sense of peace and freedom they haven’t felt in a while soon it was all interrupted by a screams that sounded to be a boy Y/N looked around to find out where the sound was coming from and immediately started running towards it trying to play hero.

They saw the four boys they were starting to call there friends surrounding a boy a tormenting him Y/N was to stunned to speak, they felt betrayed and stupid. They should have listened to there gut feeling, what was wrong with these boys!?

Victor out of the corner of his eye saw a familiar kid with H/C hair staring at the scene in shock and he immediately stopped what he was doing to look at them.

Patrick looked at Victors face and raised an eyebrow, he was annoyed that he stopped so he turned around to see what all the fuss was about and muttered “Shit.”

Belch looked at his friends and then saw Y/N, he let go of the kid he was holding down and hit Henrys shoulder.

Henry was pissed and turned around angrily to see the familiar face of Y/N, he froze and clenched his jaw.

Patrick started to approach them with a chuckle, “Dont be so surprised, everyone tried to tell you.” He said in an almost mocking tone taunting the kid for there stupidity of trusting them.

Y/N turned on there heel and started to run out of anger and sadness, they felt tears prick in there eyes at Patricks taunt. Why were they surprised?

Henry dropped his knife and took off after Y/N before any of the boys could think, he felt sweat start to drip down his forehead. Soon the other boys followed behind leaving the kid Ben to run for it.

Henry was able to catch up to Y/N quickly, he harshly turned them around and pushed them to the ground so they couldn’t start running again. This gave him a moment to catch his breathe, Victor then stepped forward speaking up. “Look, just let- let us explain.” He said putting his hands up in surrender.

“Explain? Explain what!? That you guys are horrible people? That you guys have lied to me? What is there to explain!” Y/N snapped not even making an effort to get up.

Victor winced and Patrick yawned, “I mean, I dont know what you were expecting kid. You were just to naive.” He said with a slight laugh, Belch punched his shoulder.

“Look Y/N we were just teasing! We weren’t actually going to hurt him.” Blech said trying to defuse the situation.

“Thats not teasing, Belch! Thats bullying!” They said getting up and glaring harshly at the boys.

“Its fun! Cmon Y/N, live a little.” Patrick said smirking, Henry then spoke up. “Y/N why do you even care about him? We didn’t even do anything to you!” Henry said getting up into there face. “You lied!” They said back, backing away from him.

“Yeah well, its not our fault your so naive and gullible.” He said harshly, ouch. Y/N raised there eyebrows. “What is wrong with you!” They raised there voice, Henry gripped there chin firmly. “What? What was that Y/N?” He said daring them to say it again.

Patrick watched this go on with satisfaction, they did need to be put in there place.

Belch didn’t stop Henry because he felt this was far, they needed to learn anyway.

Victor watched feeling justified, he felt hurt by there words so this was deserved in his eyes.

“Ever raise your voice at me, ever and there will be consequences, understood?” Henry said speaking to Y/N as if they were a kid who was in trouble.

Y/N, not wanting to upset Henry any further obeyed. “Understood Henry.” They said before Henry pushed them away. “Now, are you going to stop being a brat?” He asked crossing his arms, Y/N felt frustrated at this but who were they to defy him? “Yeah.” They said gulping down the anger they felt.

“Good.” Henry smiled satisfied with there answer.

“Your never getting away Y/N.”

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I hope you liked it! :33 i feel rly nervous about this onedibhuibhdj



[moonstruckme]

“Wow,” Morgan sighs happily, “I don’t know which one of you is more whipped.” 

i'm so obsessed with this line from one of your recent spencer reid works and i would loooove to see more of this dynamic if you're interested in doing it 💗 maybe more moments of them being soft/whipped for each other and the team noticing it? thank youuu!!

Thank you lovely!

cw: mention of kidnapping/missing girl (that’s the backdrop of the scene so please be careful with yourself), Spencer has some dark/hopeless thoughts about the case

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 1k words

Spencer really wishes he’d remembered his gloves. The air is biting, fresh powder glistening on the deep green spruces whose boughs stoop under its weight. It’s picturesque, and yet the snowfall couldn’t have come at a worse time. It’s impeded their search party by hours, potentially dooming the kidnapping victim they’re all braving the weather for. Spencer keeps his hands stowed in his coat pockets. 

“Hey.” 

He turns as you and Emily come up behind him. You’re both dressed better than he is, actual winter wear as opposed to the tweed coat he’d worn into the police station that morning. Even so, you look chilled as you smile at him. You carry a disposable coffee cup in each hand. 

“Hi,” Spencer says, taking the one you extend to him. His numb fingers are grateful for the warmth of it. “I thought you guys were interviewing the uncle?” 

Emily’s shaking her head before he’s finished speaking, mouth pulling in discontent. “That was a dead end. He and his sister have been estranged for years. He doesn’t know anything.” 

A frown tugs at your features as Emily talks but you perk up quickly when you feel your boyfriend’s gaze. “We figured we’d be more helpful here,” you say brightly, “and also that you might want some liquid reinforcement.” 

“Thanks.” He does a little toast with his disposable cup and regrets it immediately, but thankfully you smile. Spencer isn’t sure how he got so lucky; it seems like he can get away with any number of weird things and you’ll find them endearing every time. “There hasn’t been much progress here either. If they left any sort of tracks, the snow covered it up. I’m not…” he lowers his voice, angling his head away from the others in his group. “I’m not sure we’ll find her alive in this.” 

“We’ve still got eight hours,” Emily points out. 

She’s right, he tells himself. There are eight hours left in the forty-eight hour window. But that’s also just a statistic. And as someone whose brain is packed full of statistics, Spencer knows that they’re not always reflective of reality. The eight hours his team has left might be more for hope than anything else. 

Emily drifts ahead of you in the group and you bump your shoulder lightly into his, forcibly derailing his train of thought. He looks over at you. Your lips are tipped up, just a little. Not faking anything, but understanding, a quiet promise that regardless of how today turns out, you’ll be in it together. He finds it easier than expected to return your smile. 

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Your hair curtains your face as you look down, unzipping your jacket to dig something out of the interior pocket. “You left your gloves at the station.” 

“Yes.” You laugh at his eagerness as he takes them from you. “I can’t believe I forgot them, thanks so much for bringing them.” 

“Of course, it was no problem.” Your eyes skim the trees. Spencer suspects that your cold face might be warming some now. “I figured you might need them, so.” 

“You were right.” 

Your gaze flits to his as you grin, then falls to where he has his gloves held bunched with his coffee cup. “Oh, do you want me to take that so you can put them on?” 

“That’d be great,” he says, relieved. 

He holds the cup out to you. You reach for it, but when your fingers brush his in the transfer, you gasp, covering his hand with yours. 

“Spence,” you say softly, remonstrance gentled. “Your hands are freezing!” 

“They’re not as bad as they were before. What are you doing?” 

You’ve taken one of his hands in yours and appear to be inspecting it closely. “Checking if your fingernails are blue.” 

“They’re not,” he laughs, though he lets you finish your perusal until you’re satisfied. “I would know if I had frostbite. I’d be able to identify the symptoms early on.” 

“They’re just so cold,” you fret. “I’ve never felt skin that cold before.” 

The backs of his hands are still freezing, but his palms and the pads his fingers have warmed from the coffee cup. “I’m not sure they’re colder than your face,” he says, pressing his free hand to one of your cheeks. 

Unsurprisingly, your skin is cool to the touch, but you smile warmly as you push your cheek into his palm. 

“Okay, you two,” Emily says without turning around, “less fraternizing on the job. 

You straighten immediately. “We were just—”

“Being cute and coupley?” Uncannily, Morgan appears on Spencer’s other side. He has no idea when his nosiest coworker had drifted back from the front of the group. “We know. But could you save it for the hotel later? Even all the sparks flying off you two can’t melt all this snow, and I want to get out of here sometime before dark.” 

Spencer suspects his face is pinker than can be explained by the chill as he looks down to pull on his gloves. Morgan relishes in it, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you brought pretty boy here a coffee and not me.” He tsks. “I didn’t expect such blatant favoritism from you, sweetheart. I’m disappointed.” 

“I was carrying yours,” Emily says, her tone conveying an eyeroll so effectively she doesn’t need to follow through with the action. She pushes a disposable coffee cup into Morgan’s chest. 

He doesn’t look one bit sheepish as he takes it, though Spencer notices you trying to repress a grin that’s bordering upon smug. 

“This has lipstick on the lid.” 

Emily shrugs. “I finished mine in the car.” 

“So you started on mine?” 

“I sampled.” 

“You’re lucky I exhibit such blatant favoritism,” you say quietly to Spencer under their bickering. “I finished mine in the car too.” 

He raises his eyebrows, and you shake your empty cup as proof. Spencer takes your hand, wrapping it around his coffee cup. “We’ll share.”

[bruthaewwwww]

Valentines day part 1

A/N: So i just made this off my last one but its so much better and more detailed please let me know if you like it or any feekback you want to give me. Also recommendations!!

2.4k words

dr!nk!ing and fluff!

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February 10 monday 2025

Paige found herself in her own little world. Missing the presence of her best friend. Shooting around in the gym in the early morning at Storrs her team slowly came in for a very early practice. Extra reps were Paige's focus these days. But something else was becoming more of a distraction. Her girlfriend had started getting a lot more attention and it pissed her off. While Azzi started to become more and more comfortable with the fame and the fans she was gaining, Paige was jealous. Azzi was hers. As practice went on Geno set a drill up for the girls. “We're doing three on three. I want my starting line up first and Kk. Let’s have Paige, Ashlyn, and Kk for team one.” His stern voice caused the girls to run over to their spots. “That leaves Azzi, Jana, and Sarah.” Geno went over to the side with the other girls to observe the game and take some notes.

The teams took their spots on the court. “Azzi” The voice caught her attention and she whipped her head around. “Your team can start with possession.” The blonde woman no other than CD said. Azzi took it from one end of the court and passed to Sarah at the logo. Sarah made a swift pass to Jana who took it for the lay up. The game went on for 10 minutes until Geno called the six girls into a huddle. Paige standing next to Azzi put her arm around her and let it slip around her waist. It went unnoticed by the team as they thought Azzi flushed from the intense game. Her breath hitched as she felt a tap of her butt causing her to snap out of the trance she was in. The blue eyed girl smirked at her and gave her a loving look. “That's all for you six! Why don't you just hit the showers.” He crinkled up his nose as he said it. “Lord knows you need it!”

The girls retreated to the locker room. Paige's eyes darted over Azzi as she started to take off her practice jersey. “Girl she got you acting weird as hell!” Kk exclaimed quietly, making sure she was out of ear shot as she sat down next to paige. Paige looked over at Kk, her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands as she sat on the bench. “I just love her so much you know.” Paige said with a sigh. “I have never met anyone more perfect.” Kk laughed at Paige as the blonde girl looked down avoiding eye contact. Kk looking around before whispering to Paige “Whatchu guys gonna friday” She said as she winked. Friday was Valentine's day. It was four days away. The blue eyed girl sat up so fast. She looked at Kk and felt a knot tighten in her stomach. “Kk.. I forgot..” Paige said as she gasped a little bit, eyes widening. “Yo, let's go to the mall right now.” Kk gave her a look. “Girl boo you smell gross as hell. get your ass in the shower and we can go.” Hearing this Paige stood up. She went over to Azzi who was done changing and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Me and Kk are gonna go out. I'll see you later princess.” Azzi’s cheeks flushed pink as she gave Paige a hug. “Ok baby. I'll see you later. Will you be back by lunch?” Her dark eyes pleaded with want as she knew she wanted some alone time with her favorite blonde. “We will see. I have to pick some stuff up.” Paige was cut off by Kk 

“Girl, we got to go. Hop in the shower now or else we will never leave.”

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Paige and Kk hopped in Paige’s car as they made their way to the mall. Their music blaring loud as they made their way into the parking lot. Getting out of the passenger seat kk said with a sarcastic tone “Make sure you're shopping for Azzi and not yourself. You are not the best gift giver you know.”  Paige's head turned to look at Kk as she stepped out of the car. “Whatttt.” She exclaimed with shock. “No way. I give the best gifts. You have seen firsthand my gift giving skills.” Kk nodded in agreement. “Yes, it's true. But sometimes you get off track.” Kk replied back as she pushed the doors to the mall open. “Yeah whatever.” the blond said as she shook her head. “We all know your cappin.”

Taking time around the mall Paige found a jewelry store. With her new found NIL money it wasn’t like she couldn’t spend any money. She motioned Kk over the array of necklaces. “Good Idea buckets!” Kk said as she followed the blond around the store. “Your girl is gonna like that for sure.” Paige scanned up and down the rows of necklaces in the case. She wanted something that would fit Azzi perfectly. Something that shows how much she loves her. “Perfect.” The blue eyed girl whispered as she focused her attention on one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry she had ever laid eyes on. It was a silver necklace with a heart and an infinity symbol. The heart and symbol had diamonds on them. She knew Azzi loved the sparkle of diamonds. She also knew Azzi would try not to accept it just on how expensive it looked. “PAIGE.” Kk exclaimed as she looked at paige. In response the blond just turned her head to look at her, completely unfazed. “That necklace is 3 bands. Let's be real girl.” Paige looked at her as a smile spread across her face. “That's nothing for the women I love.” She smiled so bright as the words left her mouth. Kk knew there was no stopping her. Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket she pulled it out. Kk repeating the action they opened up messages. The team group chat had suggested a night at teds. For sure!! Paige typed back.

Continuing around the mall she ducked into the target. Kk followed as she picked out a few assortments of gifts. “Ima make her a basket.” Paige said as she picked up a cute pink blanket sprinkled with hearts on it. “Not bad Bueckers. Who knew you could be such a romantic.” Going around the store in search of cute little stuffers for the brunette Paige had finally found all the things she wanted. A pink blanket, a teddy bear, chocolates, some sour candies, and finally a 100$ gift card. “Damn this is some good stuff. I need to get a huzz. Where's my basket?” Paige laughed as they head to check out

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Back in the dorms getting ready for a night out  with the team, Azzi showed up in a green crop top and some black jeans that tore Paige's eyes away from the group. Kk laughed when she saw how excited Paige was “Paige you're so whipped” she spit out. The rest of the team laughed while making their way to the bar. The moment they walked in all eyes were on Azzi. She was gorgeous. Azzi stood over to the side chatting with Caroline. Sipping slowly on a drink since they had pre-gamed at the apartment. “You're so lucky.” Caroline said as she sighed looking down. “What do you mean?” The curly haired girl spit out. “You are awesome!” Caroline looked at Azzi and laughed. “Not like that. I just mean you are so lucky to have a great relationship. Not everyone gets lucky like that.” Azzi gave her a look with sad eyes as she tried to comfort her friend by making the mood lighter. “If i'm so lucky, where is my girl?” She laughed as she looked around to find Paige dancing with Ice and Kk. “But you know what I mean.” Caroline said as Azzi stared at Paige as the two of them made eye contact from across the room. 

A tall filled out brunette walked over to her. She recognized him from the mens bb team. He was clearly drunk and it caught Azzi off guard when he put his arm around her so his hand was on her waist. “Let me buy you a drink.” He smirked as Azzi pushed him off and walked away. Paige came to her side putting her arm around her. Visibly uncomfortable Caroline tried to stop the situation. “Chill out dude she's taken.” He smirked as he tightened his grip on the girl's waist. “What are you jealous of! We can make this a three person thing if you want it that bad. Paige who had been watching the interaction happen with Kk and Ice realized as it turned into something unfriendly. She walked over to her friends with the tall guy as Ice and Kk followed behind her. Grabbing Caroline, Ice, Kk, and Caroline fled the interaction as it had grown increasingly scary.“ Hey. What’s up” The blond said as she kissed Azzi’s temple. “ My bad.” the tall figure exclaimed sarcastically as he put his hands up. “I didn't realise you were a Fa-” Paige had already had a few drinks from pregaming at the apartment. She wasn’t even thinking when her fist went up right into his chin. “Yo what the fuck I said my bad” he stammerd. “Chill bro. Women these days…” He muttered as he walked away. 

Paige left Azzi’s Side out of distress. Slamming money on the counter and asking for a shot. The bartender delivered it quickly. She picked it up and drank it in one go. It burned as it went down but it felt better than whatever had just happened. She looked down at her hand and realised her knuckles were red. Her mind went back to Azzi. She left her. She left her alone so she could drink. She left the bar to go look for her but she was gone at this point.

Azzi was sitting at the other end of the bar drinking like the world was ending. A random glass on the counter catches her eye. It was pink. Azzi liked pink. She picked it up and drank it as Caroline made her way over to her. “Are you ok?” She asked, hugging Azzi from the side. “Im ok, It’s just when things happen Paige can’t control herself.” Now it was Caroline's turn to look over at her with remorse.“Why does Paige always act like this?” She lightly sighed as she spoke to Caroline. “ She loves you, that's all.” Her words were reassuring but she had a pit in her stomach. A bad feeling washed over her. “I don’t feel that good.” She said as her head started spinning and her stomach started turning. “Do you want to call it a night?” Caroline said, looking on with worry at her friend. “I'm fine. Let's dance.”

Azzi hopped up from her seat at the bar as she made her way to the open dance floor. Caroline hesitantly followed. The music almost distorting itself in her head Azzi spun around trying to distract herself from the worries she had about her girlfriend. Oh my god my girlfriend. Shes so perfect. Her thoughts drifted around as she started feeling heat rising. A tall presence standing behind her. The brunette guy from earlier. He grabbed her waist and pulled Azzi close. Freezing up with worry she felt sick as his hands started dipping lower. Unaware of what was fully happening from all the alcohol intake she just stood against him. His hands making their way lower teasing the waist of her jeans. A hand reached out for her. Caroline grabbing her out of his grasp walked her over back to the bar and motioned her to take a seat. “I’ll be right back Az. ok?” she said as she looked for approval in Azzi’s eyes. “Mhmm.” Azzi muttered out as she shook her head. Reaching over for the sweet pink drink she was sipping on earlier. She could hear Caroline getting angry with the guy she had just been with. He felt so familiar while standing against her. Caroline made her way back over to Azzi and her spot at the bar. Her face looked a little twisted and her body looked very uncomfortable.“You look pale. Let's head back and get you water. I’ll call Paige and let her know.” The two girls hopped in the uber. The second they left the car, Azzi threw up on the grass outfront of the dorm. 

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Waking up with the sun shining bright in the apartment, Azzi looked over to see a sleeping Paige next to her. She shifted causing her body to feel the pain from last night. She was wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts, so she must have changed last night. Feeling the burning sensation in her throat she knew she was unwell. Hopping out of the bed and running into the bathroom she threw up. Barely reaching the toilet. “Hey. You don't look much better.” Paige observed as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Walking over towards Azzi, hunched over on the floor she held her hair back as she continued to get sick.

After about 30 minutes of staying by the toilet the blond knew something was off. Azzi was sweating like crazy and her pulse was racing. She looked so pale and-. She snapped out of her thought as Azzi slipped out of consciousness. Slumping over completely she could see that she needed more help. Worried, Paige pulled out her phone and called Kk. Kk ran over to the apartment and walked inside the bathroom. “Woah.” She exclaimed. “She does not look good.” A worried look spread across her face as she looked like she was reminiscing. “ I think I have seen something like this before. Back in high school my friends and I went out and someone slipped something in her drink. She could have been roofied.” Paige looked on in worry. She knew what likely happened. That guy saw Paige run off to the bar and put something in Azzi’s drink thinking he could get her that way. Anger spread through her causing her head to pound a little more than it already was from the drinking last night.

She scooped Azzi up bridal style and laid her in the bed. “Can you grab a bucket or a big bowl?” The blond whispered to Kk. “Yeah I'll brb.” Azzi’s eyes fluttered open as she looked around her room to see she was in Paige's arms. “That guy!” the brunette said. “ I know him.” Paige was startled by the sudden words of her girlfriend but was happy that she was awake nonetheless. 

“You made me so worried, baby. I was so scared, and you looked so sick.” Paige said with watery eyes. “Wait… how do you know him?”

[aezuria]

okay now we need those Percy hcs immediately

*ੈ✎ love grows (where my rosemary goes)

"there's something about her hand holding mine, it's a feeling that's fine and i just gotta say 'hey!'" —edison lighthouse

note: OKAY ANON GOT TO WORK AS SOON I SAW THIS 🫡 idk what happened im sorry this is kinda ass 😔😔

content: percy jackson x reader; dating hcs

warnings: cursing

this man is a menace

he's head over heels for you but also almost drowned you

he claims the wave "wasn't supposed to be that big" SIR??

that was like typhoon level shit right there

he just wanted to put you under a littleee bit so he could be your knight in shining armor and save you 🥺🥺

spoiler: you ended up saving yourself

(it's okay he made it up with lots of cuddles and kisses)

you were wading into the water, eager to join percy in the deep end, when suddenly, an unnatural wave crashes into your back and sends you falling into the deep end

you gasp too late and take a mouthful of salty seawater

with your arms flailing in the water, you swam to the surface and gulped for air

you wiped at your face, opening your eyes to see percy near you, but at a distance as if he was afraid of invoking your wrath

you narrowed your eyes at him, his skittish behavior obviously telling you that he was the culprit

"JACKSON!" you swam towards him at a frighteningly quick pace, leaving the poor boy scrambling away and screaming apologies

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE!"

anyway

he swings your hands while you walk

its so silly and he loves it

also a fan of running while your hands are interlocked

the first time was purely out of instinct, him grabbing your hand as a monster crashed behind you guys (because when can demigods catch a break?) and he started sprinting, dragging you along

likes skipping??? he's so weird

says it conserves energy and it's fun (he's not wrong but he forgot to mention the downside of looking like a dumbass)

imagine him skipping into battle

or better yet: "greeks! let's, um, fight stuff!" and they all skip menacingly

that was kinda off topic my bad

if you wear a ponytail he loves spinning it around like a helicopter

makes the little noises too

you feel a tug on your hair, already knowing who it is

"percy? what the hell are you doing?"

"helicopter."

back to almost drowning you, you got back at him by draining all the water in his cabin

to this day, he still doesn't know how you did it

all he knows is that after the sink wouldn't turn on, he knew exactly who it was

he was a man on a MISSION as he ran across the whole camp to catch you

"Y/N!"

"IT WAS THE STOLLS!"

"YOU FILTHY LIAR!"

your relationship is full of prank wars and all that good stuff

once it's over you settle down and cuddle on the shore

he laid out a picnic blanket for the two of you and you talked for hoursss into the night

the two of you were sleepy, heads resting on each other as a gentle breeze swept the salty air into your faces

percy was rambling on and on about you, but you were already half-asleep

"you're just so amazing and wonderful and i'm so grateful for you, you know? you're so fun to be with, and you're so beautiful.. y/n?" he looked down at you after your lack of response, finding your pretty eyes shut

he smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead

"goodnight."

[changbinsboobs]

pls do chan tea session how he views his teammates? thanks very much!

Omg y'all THIS has been the reading we've all been waiting for😭🙌🏻🙌🏻😂 i swear i couldn't stop gasping and tacking a moment after each card to gather myself cuz WTF IS ALL THIS😂😳🫣 yk i did a tea/vent reading with changbin a few weeks ago and i thought its gonna be a banger but we couldn't get one "bad word" out of his mouth - he wasn't serving AT ALL😤 and i got a bit discouraged to continue the series but im so happy i did and did it with CHAN cuz my guys's spilling so much😂 tbh idk what i think of it all and if i agree, in fact i was quite shocked at a few cuz i really did bot expect such answers and i pulled several cards as confirmation and it all pointed painfully obvious to what the first card was already showing. So im just gonna start and ya'll are gonna see foe yourselfs😂

Oh also my tea series was initially not really meant to be focused on the group but more in general but at least with the last reading with changbin i found it difficult to take such a vast field of topics and distill it so if you have suggestions on what else they could have things to vent about or tea to spill send ask. Please be specific tho about something specific that interests you / preferably with a specific member:) ok moving on

Ok not really i forgot to mention that i asked about his opinion on the members WITHOUT FILTER and leaning more on the tea side. So, very important - this is not Chan's absolute opinion on the members, but a small, "scandalous" fraction if the opinion he has build on them over the years. It doesn't mean that this is all he thinks of them - remember humans are complex beings and can have conflicting thoughts and feelings:)

Tea Series: Chan's opinion on the members

Lee Know

I was SHOCKED but he kinda thinks of him as a bit of a dumbo. Not in the sense that he really is stupid but to Chan it looks like he's just a bit out of it and there's a vibe of a whole geoup laughing about a joke that lee know doesn't get, and not necessarily cuz he's stupid, its just he doesn't care to get it😂😭 this baffles him and im actually seeing a similar energy with him regarding lee know as i did with changbin in the previous reading where Chan just feels a bit weirded out by lee know at times and just sometimes gets annoyed cuz he just doesn't understand him. Yk how people are disgusted/scared by spider no reason? This is something similar, it just icks him how he cant understand lee know. He accepts it tho, more than changbin for sure. And im feeling that its actually even charming to him sometimes. Im hearing "a genius dumbo". So yeah, they're very different apparently, and to chan lee know just seems way waaayyy out of the circle, way above it all, way to out of it and he doesn't even want to get in and that BAFFLES him so much!

Changbin

This one's not hot at all, im seeing this pile along with felix's being the most melow ones. So I see that chan really sees changbin as his equal, possibly the only guy in the group he sees as one. Not in the way that others are below him but rather he's to the same level of matureness, toughness, headspace etc according to him (not that i agree😂). He views him as a bro and really enjoys spending time with him and "talking like men" or whatever its called😂 im actually seeing them going out for drinks or having late night talks with some strong alcohol (although im not really seeing chan drinking very hard i think the alcohol's more for changbin to loosen his tongue and for both of them to feel like adult men😂🙌🏻) Also another thing thats coming up which made me laugh is that chan thinks changbins bad at love and always has bad luck in it (and is kinda a simp) and he(cb) should learn a thing or two from him(chan). This gives me such huge sleepover vibes i live it so much - all of chans readings have that feeling to it and im always giggling when reading his energy😂💗 So yeah im also seeing them having lots of chats about women too🌝 and...sex👀👀👀 but for that i think it needs to be a bit deeper in the night and the bottle should be close to empty for that conversation to open. But it does, pretty often (not often like every other day but often only within their "meetings" so if they have a hangout every other months, and have had 6 this year, in 4 out of 6 this conversation happens - thats what i mean by often).

Hyunjin

Fo hyunjin he thinks he's very impulsive and very pushy but on the inside(?). He also thinks he's very appreciation hungry and attention greedy. Not attention whore-y tho (contrary to han), but rather ifjgkkf like someone who lives for the applause. Someone who's a performer. Not only on stage but also in private. I think he thinks that hyunjin's actually a bit insecure (not the kind of looks-insecurity, but the primal one like having security in your own being and the person who you are, having trust that you got ur own back) and that he's compensating that insecurity with others validation and admiration. And if he doesn't get that or feels like he doesn't he gets spiky/prickly. And thats where his impulsivity comes up and where this pushy energy happens. He may behave normal on the outside but on the inside he's going crazy and thinking of all the ways he can fix that and if you spend time with him long enough you begin to see that eagerness and spikiness - according to chan.

Han

According to chan he's pretty isolated and a tad bit odd. Probably thats why he gets along with lee know the best. He's also a bit infantile in chans eyes, like an annoying 12 year old fortnite little cousing that spits when he speaks and knows now personal space. Not saying hans like that - just creating a vibe to describe how he feels to chan sometimes😂 idk if nuisance is the right word but im getting the feeling that when 3racha's doing their thing, hans kind of the odd one out and he can see that han wants to belong and tries to but chan feels like he's that little cousin that wants to hang out with the cool old bros and, yeah sometimes feels liek a bit of a nuisance i would say. Cuz chan does include him, when he maybe would not. I could see that being a theme during their time in the 4/4 dorms. And here's the part i mentioned above - i think chan might view han sometimes like an attention-wh*re, making a clown of himself, and embarrassing himself quite offten to appeal to them or maybe others he fancies and wants to impress. Another thing is, that as i said he might be a bit odd and at times overexcert his boundaries? Or have weird boundaries? Like he hates when people touch his blanket or he only has to wear orange socks and if someone put the laundry and forgot one of his sock and now only one's clean he gets really pissed over nothing - stuff of that sort.

Felix

I would say thats the only pile where he had nothing "bad" to say about him and i pulled 4 cards for him cuz there had to be something - but there wasn't so i guess chan really really likes Felix and holds him in very high regards☺️ he thinks that he is muchs tronger than he looks and can defend himself and his loved ones very well. In fact i believe when chan saw this side of him he was really shocked because felix seems really sweet but when it comes to protecting what he loves he gets very fierce and that was very shocking to witness. Theres just admiration, admiration and more admiration in this reading he thinks felix has that royalty vibe to himself and really just has it all. Im getting a slight whiff of jealousy, but a friendly type of jealousy. Like he just thinks he's so amazing and sometime she wishes he were like that. He wishes he were as cool as him, as lighthearted as him, as bright and positive as him, he were as liked by him and i also feel like chan feels that stuff may often be just very effortless for felix and even if he's bad at something its still with grace. Theres this aura to felix that he can never do anything wrong and he just sometimes feels that felix has it too easy and must be really lucky or like gods favourite and thinks he must have really good karma for that.

Seungmin

He thinks seungmins too sharp and that his words hurt. Im also seeing lots of bickering...no actually fights. So either chan often gets the urge to just throw it all and start a fight with him or drop the manners and just tell him off - or they actually do that often. I do get the feeling that this is exaggerated in his head and that maybe to seungmin their fights aren't nearly as bad but once again i feel like chan might be holding back a lot and seungmin might'be much sharper and meaner for others than he thinks he is.

I.N

Finally the last one😮‍💨 he thinks he's a mamas boy and sees him still as a kid. That one's pretty obvious but to be honest i expected something else cuz im getting a much maturer energy from him, the other guys have said that too but still, here im getting that he's just a kid and doesnt know "of the real world", relies too much on mom and dad etc. Tbh i don't think thats the case😂 but rather that chans having a bit of a parent syndrom where he actaully feels like i.ns big bro or some sort of a parent figure or whatever and he literary watched him grow from a child to a man so i think that image of him from a few years back has stayed with chan and maybe its difficult for him to let go of that impression if i.n being still just a little kid being full of wonder, innocent and still dependant.

[lagncx]

Rough hands

Karl Heisenberg x pregnant fem reader. Poc safe i believe as a poc myself i think i didn’t do anything to make it not such.

Tw: gore its resident evil get with it.

// wow okay so this is a fucking long time coming. Sorry to those who fucking waited for this but it is 8k words long idk I felt like if i release something short people would hate me and not want to read the rest but I realize I can just post another part//

And my heart filled with rust!

These hands will always be rough!

You held your newborn baby in your arms and she was wrapped tightly, the biting cold hitting you harshly. “Karl- just come with us.” You begged once again, you forgot how many times you had asked.

———-

You had been in the village since forever raised by a flower selling mother and a priest father, you had picked flowers for Your mother but froze when you saw Mother Miranda and a boy you felt your excitement thrive as she approached you “Hello {❤️} out here picking flowers for your mother?” You nodded and got on your knees bowing your head. She brushed your hair back.

“This is my son,” she said, looking up and seeing the boy up close, tilting your head to the side. He was being held by the wrist, his body language shielded, and his eyes wet with tears. He must’ve been scolded.

“His name is Heisenberg. You’d be well off to remember, you’ll see a lot of him. I want you to be his friend, show him around get him fed, and take care of him when I can’t.” You whined to yourself immediately stopping when Miranda spread out her wings.

Years spent with the boy honestly if it wasn’t for you, you don’t know if Karl would’ve survived.

You sighed as you watched him follow you from ten steps behind. It was like having a shadow, you stopped and turned around stepping towards him and he backed up. Saying “Huh?” To yourself then you smiled and started jogging after him making him back away “Fine! You want to follow me! Let’s play tag!” You giggled as you began to sprint making him let out a gasp as he started to run away for reals this time. You laughed as you zig-zagged around the other villagers. “You sure are fast fatty” You laughed but felt yourself fall on your ass after bumping into him. “What?” He said you let out a panicked laugh filled with anxiety “I uh-…”

“Fatty?!” He growled and then you heard something else growl, you smirked as he looked down shamefully, a blush on his chubby cheeks “Ooooohoho” you giggled “Someone’s hungry!” You teased before getting up wiping the dirt off your butt. “Come,” you said

You thanked your father for the shillings and grabbed Heisenberg's hand walking with him “Father is priest?” He suddenly asked with his heavy accent “Haha yeah but he’s not strict! He’s cool!” You smiled stopping at a door with its window open, the smell hitting Karl’s nose and making his stomach burn in hunger. You had said something into the window standing on a loose brick putting the shillings on the window sill and grabbing two loaves of bread and cheese. You hustled back to Karl and gave him a bread loaf “Here you go.”

Sitting by the reservoir you and Karl feasted, you ended up giving him the rest of yours since he seemed to be so hungry “Geez Karl does Mother Miranda not feed you?” He froze. “Don't like eating it.” You nodded silently, not pushing the subject. “Well… just come to me and I’ll keep you fed. How about we get some of Luiza's chili next time?” Karl nodded, smiling for a second. You looked back at the group of kids swimming and laughing with each other sighing. Karl watched too “Why are you alone?” He said. You sighed and rubbed your hands against your shirt “I don’t like those kids. But it’s fine because I like you. Cause you're weird! And I think that’s cool” you smiled with shining teeth.

You were both inseparable you guys would catch fish and the duke would give you both books and that’s honestly how you both learned about the outside world, You even taught him how to ride a horse, and you pulled out an animal book and he would chew the inside of his cheek learning about all the animals, from cows to elephants. He would ask you questions…so many questions and you’d try your best to act the way the animals would, making him laugh. He deserved to laugh.

Then things changed as you both aged a bit more.

You groaned thrashing around on the grass field.

“I’ll be there," he says! ‘Just wanna get away for a bit!’ He says! Brings me out here only to not show up!” You yelled mocking Karl. You stayed till sundown. It wasn't safe after that to be out here in the pitch black. So you went home. Your father had almost lost it praying himself to death that you were safe and your mother exaggerated saying how she had readied a bunch of roses for your funeral.

“Asshole Karl.” You sighed looking at the mud on your boots and throwing them next to your door taking off your clothes and putting on night clothes crawling into bed snuggled against the wall side of it. You were slightly asleep when you heard your window being pushed and something fell inside making you gasp and sit up.

The dark was hard to see in as you turned to your side to see two glowing gray eyes. You took a deep deep breath. “Don’t scream.” The person said “Karl?!” You screamed before shutting your mouth. You scrambled to light a candle and saw the way he shielded his eyes from it. “Too bright.” He whined, “Hurts!” He said you blew the candle out immediately “What’re you doing here? Wait! You left me waiting all day!” You huffed hitting him in the chest “Ow! I had to…Miranda she-…experimented on me” Your face softened “What?”

After explaining, you took a moment to take in the scars on his face, the exhaustion in his eyes, and the obvious change in them — gray, bright gray like a snowy night. After a few minutes of silence, he only cried, “I wanna go home.” He sniffed. “Karl, you're being too loud.” You hushed him, pulling his sobbing form into your chest. “It’s okay…”

You whispered.

Since then you lost faith in Miranda and you grew to hate her for what she did to her “children” poor Karl, poor Alcina, and Donna…Moreau.

One night when he visited Karl declared how one of these days he’d “marry you” and it made you laugh but he was dead serious. Promising to get you both out of here…and to stay by your side forever he felt safe with you. A guardian of some sort is what Miranda would describe you as when you walked him to her when it was time for him and his siblings to be given their gifts.

After that, he stopped showing up and stopped talking to you. It didn’t bother you…it did but you didn’t really feel romantically towards Karl till way later. It just felt like he disappeared and didn’t say goodbye so In your young adult mind it was fuck him.

All the other people your age started working under these new four lords. Miranda’s children and your father had held your hand when he showed you the altar and your eyes trailed over Miranda, Alcina, Moreau, Donna. She was beautiful but now she hid behind a veil. It must've been Miranda. ”Karl.” You sneered seeing the picture of the now teen Karl lil asshole with his hat and glasses your father sighed “he’s a lord now. Maybe you should offer something to him. I'm sure he’d appreciate it since he hasn’t spoken to you in so long.”

You crossed your arms “No! It was me I stopped talking to him! He’s lame dad so I don’t care!” Your father huffed a chuckle “No you didn’t…and you do care” Your father was no fool. When you told him what Karl went through losing his family your father told you to stay quiet. However, something in his eyes seemed to already know.

So here you both were next to the horse statue. Your father putting a piece of gold into the horse's mouth you scoffed “This is stupid” you sighed but you pulled out some piece of trash you could think of then you stopped feeling a cold piece of metal on your fingers you pulled out a locket, you swallowed a wad of spit. You opened it the engraved.

“closest to your heart you will never forget my face”

Hell yea fucking metal! Maybe it’ll make the asshole feel bad. Leaving you like that with not a word, not a letter. You put the locket around the horse's snout, the locket hanging in front of the open mouth. You had no idea where you found the damn locket. “Come, sweetie. It seems to be the first snow.” Your father said, guiding you away.

You had a nice meal at Luiza's home but you got up grabbing the church’s ax for firewood for the village with a mission. “Ducking Asshole! You become some big shot and forget about me.” You mumbled.

What set this off?

Two things, he's been off the grid not even sending you a damn postcard. Two, some girl at Luiza's house said that ‘she and lord Heisenberg had Found a nice little creek to go and have a smoke!! Oh, and they had a good time! Said Karl’s such a good kisser had the best hands and fingers were like heaven she said she felt blessed oOooOoohhh what a load of- “bullshit!” You yelled, smashing the ax into the bronze horse statue, and pulling it back the statue fell in the process but you smashed it with the blunt back of the ax “Don’t show!” Hit “For…Years!” Another swing the hide of the horse denting…

Damn, you're strong.

“And then!” Another hit “Some girl says you fucked her! What happened to getting married!” You screamed, slamming the ax again, the sounds from the hits rang in your ears,

you beheaded the damn thing. You were gonna leave but you sneered turning back “You don’t deserve that locket I found” you whispered. Digging through the treasures you couldn’t find it your hands froze when you realized

Out of all the gold and diamonds, food and jewels he took only your rusted silver…

———

Later that week, You went to the group around the beheaded horse statue “whoever did this will be punished” one of the observers whispered. You shuffled rubbing your hands together like there was blood on it.

Your father looked at you knowingly disappointedly but he kept quiet before leading the group back to church service leaving you there. You didn’t realize how hard you were biting your bottom lip till you let go and sighed when the blood rushed to the numb piece of skin you turned towards the puffs of smoke in the air, the factory. Maybe…no. You turned away walking to the gate that connected the village, the gates branding the emblem of the lords all except Heisenberg.

You stretched and pushed the gates turning to see your freind “Hi duke!” You smiled sweetly. He clapped his hands “Hello sweet plum. How have you been?” He jested he knew exactly what you’ve been going through, all your breakdowns always found their way into the duke's ear. “Quite a number you did on that horse hm…” you pulled on your face a deep groan erupted from you “Fuck that horse and Fuck Karl!” You spit

The Duke smirked “It’s lord Heisenberg now, you know that right?” You looked at your boots pushing it into the ground pushing grass up with it “Foolish of you to think I give a damn about him being all official. Not just anyone deserves my respect and the asshole just goes missing to become a lord under the Bi-…the person who abused him.” You shook your head “Assholes become so entitled he started thinking it’s okay to fuck village women!” You could feel your brain letting out steam.

The duke hummed “Does he?” You snapped your head to him “The girl said it herself” you growled “He said he would marry me, Duke!” The duke chuckled while eating something watching you pace around “did he?”

“Not that I wanted him to because we were kids but I thought that meant he wouldn’t leave me alone!” You can’t lie the thought of marriage with Karl made you have a small crush on him but it faded quickly when he stopped showing and you only saw his pictures in church his hair had grown which it seemed Miranda kept shaven on the sides pomade in his hair slicking it back but it didn’t fit him, but he almost looked, handsome? You sighed ready to continue but you heard the gate open with more force than needed, the gate crashing making you freeze.

The Duke looked down at his pocket watch “Ah my lord you came just in time!” You froze, lord? You didn’t turn your bones rattling, you heard a cough deep, scratchy. footsteps..heavy. You saw the corner of your eye and a hand dropped Lei on the table. “I heard about your offering statue, a shame it was really beautifully crafted.” The duke hummed. You cursed yourself under your breath. “Yea, she had balls.” The man said you felt eyes burn a hole into your head. “Are you gonna greet your lord? Or are you gonna stand in my way?” The voice said the words pulling like a leash the sound of heavy metal smashing on the ground.

You slowly turned, taking a deep breath. “funny thing, you think I’d bow down to you, got a bit entitled didn’t you fat boy.” You smirked, you saw the way he sat there in silence.

Karls eyes widened so much you could almost see them from behind his glasses, he whispered your name almost like you were an Angel meant to be awakened. The Duke cleared his throat after a long few minutes “your cigars my lord. And I cleaned this for you” You glanced at the cigar box and around it was your locket. Karl took it and looked at you “How have you been?” He said his voice was strong, almost like he didn’t know what to say. You shook your head “Why do you care, give me the locket. You can get back to whatever bitches bed you’ve been keeping warm.” You went to snatch the chain and he pulled back a hand on your chest pushing you back “Are you serious?! Fuck! I knew you were mad but you really think I left to go fuck village pussy?!” He looked genuinely hurt of course you didn’t think that.. you knew it was Miranda he could read it on your face you knew it was fucking Miranda that kept him from you. So say it, stop being so headstrong and say it. Don’t try to blame him.

“You remember when you said we’d get married! That you’d get us out of here?!” You said finally snatching the locket “But we were kids! So I guess I shouldn’t have got my hopes up.” You sucked a breath into what you were saying. You knew he was put through unimaginable torture and pressure torn away from his own home and made to be some little monster but your pride was bigger than your heart..maybe.

You turned to the Duke and said, “I’m sorry, Duke. Bye.” With that, you left and looked back maybe once…hoping he'd chase you. He didn't…couldn’t.

——-

Finally, you were an adult. Mid-twenties now, and you hoped and prayed to Mother Miranda you’d be picked to work for one of the lords. You didn’t worry about Heisenberg; nobody ever worked with him except the men. Like you’d want to anyway. You fiddled with your locket the cold piece of metal on your chest. Maybe Donna…you did love that home next to the waterfall. It was breathtaking, plus Father told you how to sew. You smiled thinking about the nice moments you’d share with Miss Benneviento. You wouldn’t hate the castle, it was big and just a prime example of that book you read once about Gothic architecture. You wondered how many rooms were in there. And if the wine was as exquisite as they say. Lost in your thoughts standing in the line of girls you looked up and met those piercing eyes of Mother Miranda. She smiled at you, warmly more warm than anyone else. Her fingers ghosted over your cheek “My my…the woman you’ve become.” She smiled, those two gold claw accessories she had going around your neck

“Still as much of a troublemaker as when you were still a child. You were getting my son into mischief” Oh yea. The lords were here to pick someone to work for them. Moreau, Alcina, Karl, Donna. You frowned “I apologize for the trouble I caused upon this village.” You laughed with the group of girls and some of the boys joked about it “Just a little? Yeah, you and Karl almost lost the cattle”

one of the boys scoffed you rolled your eyes “Only cause I wanted them to be free.” Miranda laughed “Alright that’s enough. What I’m saying is I’ve seen how you’ve matured.” You smiled Miranda leaned in and whispered “What house did you wanna be in?” Her hand patted your hair “kinda hoping for Donna.” You whispered smiling when she made eye contact with you. You could see Donna shaking in slight excitement.

You saw Karl look between you and her before he dropped his hammer off his shoulder “Mother!” Miranda turned to him “What is it?” She raised a brow “Can I uh-..confer with you on something?” Miranda smiled at you and put a hand on your shoulder before going to him as they walked a little ways off. Donna shyly scuttled to your side. “H-hello…” she whispered, her voice was so much more powerful than she acted. It had a warmth to it. It wasn't rough or loud, just warm. “Hello Miss Benneviento.”

You bowed and she took a second before asking “Why did you choose me over Karl?” You looked down, everyone expected you to choose Karl. Like a best friend reunited. Honestly, you liked Donna and you had a lot to make up for. You put a hand on hers that held Angie making her jump “Think of it as me making up for all those times I’d be rude to you.” You smiled at her.

You heard the sound of snow crunching under your shoes “Donna! Away from her.” Miranda boomed not angrily but just an order. Donna walked away, her head turning to see Karl, his face unreadable. Miranda walked up to you. “Unfortunately you will not be chosen today.” You dropped your arms to your side. “What?” You whispered “But do not fret it was nothing about you, you're alright. My son has said it is not your time.” You stiffened and so did Donna.

Karl could feel your stare. The way your nose flared hes only seen that look once before.

—--------------

You threw a stone into the water a bottle of wine in your hand you snatched from your mothers cabinet you were mumbling curses to Karl obviously pissed off the alchohol made you feel fucking sick you didn't see why people drink this shit but now you do, its to drown out there sorrows. You watched the sun lower itself over the hills, the dark bringing wind that whispered to you.

You slurred a little song sounding like a damn squealing hog while you sang falling on the ground “Iveeee fallen!” You whined “Plewseeee mother Miranda saveeee meeee” you giggled as you howled jokingly. Shutting you up quickly The sound of howling and growling and the hushed steps over the dry grass making you snap up. You looked around you, not trusting your eyes and the swaying of things. “Hello?” You yelled “Look village boys don’t fuck with me! Go to your job…I don’t know.” You grumbled grumpily. You saw a silhouette stand up then another…then more. You blinked hardly and rubbed your eyes

You pointed and started to count “one…two…” before you could finish you felt nails scratch and pull at you your screams were vibrating your ears. You clawed at the dirt getting stuck under your nails and felt your leg be thrashed around teeth latched into your skin. You felt like a rag doll. You cried out in pain but the shock of it all caused you to go silent, your vision blurred before you finally passed out.

You opened your eyes, head thumping against the ground as you got pulled into a broken down sanctuary. You groaned “please…someone.” You whispered the smell was putrid and you hissed feeling your leg be yanked on. You whimpered when you got thrown down into a pile. You turned yourself over and shrieked in fear, disgust and shock “..L-..Luis?” You whispered breath shaky. You saw the way his eyes seemed to have lost its flame the way a large gash laid across your fellow villagers cheek. You whimpered quietly crying before you froze when steps came around this death pile.

“No…No! This is the exact bullshit I’m talking about, you smelly fucks! I said no women! No children!” You heard the sound of metal bang on the already ruined ground the sound of the smelly fucks in question scuttling around quickly like a scared kitten. “Don’t fucking run from me! You guys still don’t fucking listen! You!”

You heard the sudden sound of wind breaking an object flying overhead and banging into one of the growling specimens, whining from the pain. So…obviously this was Karl you should’ve known he was a fucked up dude. Maybe the universe did you a favor pulling him away from you.

“Pull that one out.” He yelled and you heard sniffing and felt the sudden urge of pain jaw logged in your leg pulling you out the pile. “Fuck…shit…” you heard Karl whispering

“move! Get away!” Karl ordered he kneeled next to you “shit, not you. Not you.” He grunted and picked you up. You must’ve looked dead, you couldn’t speak and felt numb. You could smell him though…you breathed it in almost filling your nose with regret. The smell wasn’t exactly what many women would want a man to smell like. But it was comforting somewhere behind the must and…the smell of gas which was comforting his clothes wet with sweat.

“I’m gonna clean you up…just gotta get you there..keep your eyes open dammit.” He slapped your cheek harder than intended making you hiss, feeling seeping back into your cold skin. “Shit shit…sorry.” You couldn’t fight it and closed your eyes. You also knew that you trusted him to keep you safe. You kept him safe all those years before.

Vision hazy you opened your eyes feeling cold water seep into your hair, almost like heaven you felt fingers knead into your scalp cleaning the blood and dirt and musk of those man like things from you before a hand poured water over your legs and stomach and well everywhere someone holding your head were you naked? Shit who gives a fuck…you just wanted to rest.

But you felt hands gently scrub away the dirt and clumped blood “You're gonna be just fine.” He whispered and off to sleep you went

—-(gonna try writing more idk…better)—-

The gentle thud of metal against metal roused you from your slumber. As you attempted to sit up, you realized that tight bandages and sore muscles rendered movement impossible. Surveying the room, you noted its blandness and simplicity. The makeshift mattress, devoid of any comfort, offered only a pillow and a large tarp. Your breathing was steady, but you felt almost numb from your chin down to your feet, as if you were barely present. Observing your upper half covered in tight bandages, you couldn't help but scoff inwardly at the thoughtfulness, as they only served to restrict any semblance of relaxation.

As you closed your eyes, the piercing screech of the door interrupted your peace, followed by an unnaturally forceful slam. Familiar mumbles and curses filled the air as the door to your room swung open, and you debated whether to feign sleep or attempt to sit up. Opting to remain still, you watched as your rescuer paced the room before settling into a makeshift metal chair at a desk, driving a small knife into the worn wooden surface.

You looked up at the ceiling clenching your jaw but relaxing and letting out a small “Karl?” Your voice is almost unrecognizable…almost but you saw the way he stiffened his posture before stopping whatever he was doing. Turning around to look at you, his sunglasses hiding if he was glaring at you or looking over your wounds, there was a long silence that you decided to break. “Where am i?” you said you heard him huff to himself “No thank you? Typical.” He looked back at the desk pushing the knife into the wood “you've become such a stuck up bitch.” You were caught off guard “Excuse me?”

Stuck up bitch?

Yea after leaving you for years wondering what happened what you did? What’d he expect you to open your arms? He only sighed “you’re in the factory.” He grabbed his knife and walked out the room slamming the door behind him. You furrowed your brows “the factory?” You whispered to yourself. His factory. Far away from the rest of the village is where you heard he settled in an abandoned factory. The mysterious metal castle, its smoke rising into the air ,wonders only he knew about.

You huffed and pulled yourself up and out of the bed stumbling over to the desk you doubled over in pain gasping at the sharp edge in your side. You stumbled over to the door pushing it open, the sound of it sliding on the floor was like hell. Heat hit you immediately you had spent so much energy pushing the door you could only lean down on your knees and lay on the metal floor.

It was comforting there was an unnatural heat coming from under but you closed your eyes letting sleep take you.

Waking up you looked around feeling a blanket over you still laying on the heated floor you snuggled up “You awake?” You sat up too fast only yelping from the pain looking up at Heisenberg smoking a cigar “You crawled out that room to sleep on the floor? Hm.” He blew out some smoke. You licked your lips looking at the glass of half drunk water on a crate placed upside down with an ashtray on it.

There was an old tune that seemed to skip back a few seconds on a record player. Karl saw the way you looked at the cup, he sighed and turned his head away from you looking over at a wall. You wanted to ask him if you could drink it, your lips cracked and sore and your eyes heavy still.

You looked down readying yourself to push yourself up to your feet then you saw a sliver of metal almost the size of a band wrap around the base of the glass cup and flying over to you. You quickly grabbed it, drinking it all even then your throat begged for more. You looked at him “Can I have more…please?” He shrugged and you heard a faucet in the kitchen area and you bit your lip “I can’t walk.”

The cup pulled away from your grip floating to the faucet before coming back filled to the brim. You took it and drank it all. “Thank you.” it felt sour thanking the man who abandoned you, though you knew you were exaggerating it. He nodded, “So do you want help getting up?” he said, pulling off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. You answered with a small and quiet “yes.” He stood up and walked over to you grabbing onto the back of your bandages you winced from the pull he lifted you like a dog being lifted by its scruff.

Sitting you on your feet supporting you up before letting go when he was sure you could stand on your own. His eyes looked into yours piercing your thoughts, your memories. You shrunk away but he had already grabbed you

“About what you saw.” Dammit.

You shook your head “I didn’t see anything.” You were pleading with him, asking him not to kill you. “Just-…next time be careful. Those bandages need changing, sit down.” He pointed at the couch walking over to a cabinet with its doors opening on its own.

You sat on the couch, legs stinging.

Karl came back with clean bandages “any irritation?” He said leaning down unwrapping the bandage around your chest “Just tight…” you shivered under his gaze, your chest on full display, he didn’t seem to care, but he noticed your discomfort. “Just gonna check on the wounds and then re-wrap.”

He pulled off his leather gloves and lifted your breast gently, his eyes looking at some of the scarred tissue. “You’ll be fine in a few days.” You avoided his gaze. You were just being an asshole now he’s being all caring. He hasn’t changed, yea he’s rude and has a foul mouth and he’s got some hair down to his shoulders he’s still, The same boy that cried in your chest heaving and wheezing.

He pulled away before wrapping you up again. You took a deep breath and sighed “Sorry, that I was so rude-“ he grunted a small snort “Yea you were rude.” He stood up and sat next to you, a groan coming from his bones popping loudly. You looked down “I’ll walk you home. Least I can do.” He grumbled his mouth occupied with a cigar as he scratched his beard. You nodded “Thanks.”

——Year later—-

You pumped water into the bucket watching some of the other villagers roaming about. “Hey! <❤️>” you turned and saw Joshua, a blonde bubbly man wearing a heavy coat holding a bag that made clicking sounds. “Hi Joshua, whatcha got there?” You asked, he huffed a breath. “Some metal for Lord Heisenberg, a package. Courtesy of the Duke.” You smiled “Since when are you doing delivery runs for Heisenberg?” You said watching the way his eyes flickered to your lips before answering “Oh- uh…since well I got hired a few months back.”

You smiled “Has he been working you hard?” You said worry slightly in your tone he shook his head “No, he’s actually quite nice if you stay out of his way. I just do repairs and some wielding if needed.” He chuckled “I get lots of breaks and I don’t work with the heavy machinery, thank the lords.” He said laughing. “Oh uh- let me grab that for you.” He said lifting the bucket of water.

Holding it steady he asked “Where do you want it?” You smiled before leading him to your small home, your father reading scripture in a chair before saying hi to Joshua.

You put the water in a pot to boil. You sighed “just want a bath. The reservoir is getting a bit crowded and too unclean.” Jhosua bit his lip, letting it go and saying ridiculously loud “Would you be interested in going out with me <❤️> ?” You blinked at him “Oh Joshua.” You smiled though you both haven’t talked.

You both were single and well nights can get lonely and you didn’t want to wait till you were dust to marry someone, and Joshua was good looking, maybe he’d be a good husband. You started to take off some unnecessary layers that you put on to block the cold and threw them on a dresser before turning back to face him. “Maybe when you're off duty, you can come back for dinner.” You smiled at him sweetly.

He nodded “Thank mother Miranda. I didn’t think you’d say yes! Honestly I-“ he cleared his throat “I’d love to.”

You both had a few heart to hearts and then you made it official. It wasn’t hugely about love, more of just security and gave your mother some breathing room before she passed away knowing someone would be there for you. Though Joshua was always loving and sweet. Like a gumdrop he was…

So five months later, it was an awkward day.

Joshua cleared his throat fixing his clothes before looking at you “You ready?” He asked, his hand slipping into yours. You nodded “Yes my love, are you? You're sweating.” You laughed. He sighed “I’m afraid she’ll say no.” He whispered.

you shook your head pulling your scarf correctly over your head, the wind blowing it uneven “Joshua, Miranda has no reason to deny her blessing.” He hummed in hesitating agreement. You smiled and pushed open the church door, the sound of bickering already reaching you both.

“Why are we here?” The groaning of irritation came from none other than Karl, his knees cracking as he twisted in his seat “Quiet child! Mother Miranda is doing her duties to the village and we are lords. Does that dumb it down for you?” They weren’t able to fight any longer when Mother Miranda had lifted her wings “Silence.” Her voice wasn’t loud but it was enough that not even the wind blew without her permission

Karl put his head down in submission. And lady Dimitrescu sat down pushing her lips together. Miranda smiled and opened her hands to you “Come child, into the light I want to see how you’ve grown.” You felt a chill when eyes landed on you. Their eyes all glowed like cattle at night watching you. You approached the light from the broken roof sun setting on you. Mother Miranda put her hands down “Hello, child.” Her eyes flicked to your right “Come forward.” You turned to watch Joshua approach.

He cleared his throat “hello, mother Miranda. Lord Heisenberg. All of you.” He said, bowing down a bit.

Heisenberg chuckled “Hiyah Joshua, came to see me on your off day? You must love me.” He smiled almost uncannily, moving the cigar around in his mouth. Joshua shrugged, “Of course my lord, I always miss you.” He smirked before clearing his throat looking around shyly “Mother Miranda, I wanted to ask you something.” Miranda signed him to continue a smile on her face and she quickly hushed Angie’s ranting to Moreau. “Go on, my child.” She whispered as she approached.

her eyes had traveled down to look at your clasped hands. Joshua squeezed your hand softly “Mother Miranda, I-..we wanted to ask for your blessing. To marry.” He smiled suddenly hissing, taking his hand away from yours to scratch the sudden pain away from his right forearm. You looked at him “Are you alright my love?” He cleared his throat, his eyes looking over to Heisenberg's direction then back at you before he pushed his lips together in a straight line. “Yes darling. Just fine.”

You rubbed his back soothingly, kissing his shoulder as he straightened up. You didn't notice the way that everyone took a glance over at Karl.

Miranda returned her attention back to you both. “You have my blessing.” Joshua smiled “Thank you Mother Miranda you don't understand how much this-” She put a hand up silencing him, “Do not drag.” she stated. Miranda, turning away from you both “Congratulations.” You sighed releasing any stress and hugged Joshua who caressed your side lovingly “We shall have a big and beautiful wedding.” He whispered, turning away. “You jest.” You laughed, “We don’t need a huge wedding.” You laughed

The day of the wedding was better than expected and bigger than expected. After months your mother had passed and she was proud of you.

Days with Joshua were filled with his bubbly attitude and the way he would help you with taking off your clothes and shoes to lie down. In bed he held you close and gave you warmth. You ended up falling for him and for the first time ever you trusted him with something precious, your body. You would think after marriage sex was immediate. But you couldn’t even stomach the thought and he didn’t force you to.

Joshua was always nice like that.

So one night you told him that it’s been a long time and that you were finally ready, you don’t know what you were afraid of, his judgment, silence, disgust. But when you revealed yourself to him he ran a hand up your stomach and around your waist pulling you into him.

“You're perfect.” He whispered lips against your stomach that quivered from his touch. That night was filled with a different kind of passion: connection, mind, body, and soul. It was also the last night you would ever see him again.

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You sighed, closing the shutters as the cold set in waiting for Josuha to return to you soon. You had dinner waiting for him but you had your fathers company to keep you entertained. You sat across from him and he started talking.

His hands had made their way over to yours, “I love this for you you know?” He said.

“What is it, father? " you asked. He shrugged, “You’ve settled down. I’ll admit I did worry about you.” He rubbed your knuckles. “You were so headstrong and stubborn, like your mother, and you could be so impulsive.” He sighed, “I just want you happy and safe.”

You smiled “I know dad, and well I’ve grown up.” He only sighed and shook his head “No, you're still the same.” You tilted your head. “I love you dad.”

Suddenly there were sounds of snow crunching outside. You clapped “Joshua!” Ready to open the door, getting up your dad sat you back down. “Woah there sugarplum.” He said as he listened, the crunching was behind your home.

You guys didn’t own animals or really have anywhere open for animals to walk back there. Both lost listening you guys were startled from the sound of glass breaking in the other room. You felt yourself being whipped back into the pantry area by your father. “Dad, what are you?” You couldn’t even finish before you were shut in. “Dad?!” You pushed on the door. There was the sound of a clink, familiar when your dad went off to get rid of the rodents feasting on one of your neighbors crops.

“Dad! Dad! What are you doing?! Is that Joshua’s hunting rifle?! Let me out!” You felt only panic rush through you. But there was the calm, collected voice of your father. “Hush now sugarplum, you just stay there and I’ll go check it out.” Then the front door shut.

Your father was always the protector.

You counted three shots. It wasn’t long before someone came in but it was heavy and quick there was growling and sniffing there was a crash and suddenly things started to go to hell, it was a fire, and you were locked in the pantry. Coughing you had tried to open the door using your body to bang against it, “Dad!” You yelled. You looked down the crack under the door emitted an orange color and you felt a burn in your throat coughing harshly. “Dad!”

Suddenly there were footsteps and the door opened. You looked up and let out a cry “Joshua!” You fell into his arms and he picked you up effortlessly and ran out. “Joshua, wait where’s dad!” You looked around frantically. “Don’t know, there’s something going on, the village is under distress.” He said suddenly you were back on the ground. He had pulled the shotgun from under his arm and put in two shells. “Can you walk?” He asked, you nodded.

Joshua had taken the lead walking through the dense woods sounds from the village like yells and screaming had haunted your ears. You wanted to ask where he was taking you but he seemed out of it you were watching your step in your own little world before you bumped into his back “Omph- sorry.” He was silent, his head whipping around. “Joshua, what’s out there?” You whispered as he looked down “Those…things, lycans. They attacked the village. I'm not sure why…but, I know who.” He turned to you and pulled you into a hug.

“But we have to get you both safe.” He whispered his lips kissing your forehead. “And I know where” He pulled away and started walking again but held your hand gently pulling you along your feet ached and you being pregnant didn’t help. “Joshua, please I can’t keep up!” Joshua stopped but only for a second before he jolted you forward. “Joshua! The hell?!” You looked at him after you regained your balance.

He had cocked the shotgun and pointed it into the trees, you went quiet and listened. There was a crack and Joshua shot out on reaction. You had covered your ears, your brain throbbing, you looked up at Joshua seeing him so stone-faced was unlike him, he turned and grabbed your sleeve pulling you out of the woods and revealing the rushing freezing waters of the river. You looked up seeing the smoke coming from that factory…Heisenberg's factory. You felt your body shake “Joshua why are we here?” He only pulled you out of the path to the front gate “Careful where you step.” He said pulling you from stepping on a beeping disc, a mine.

He had sat you down onto your knees and he bent down pulling on a loose vent. “You're gonna go in here, and you’ll be okay.” You pulled his hand from the vent “What? Are you not coming with me?” You weren’t able to get a clear answer turning in the direction of loud whining howls. “There. Get inside. Keep crawling then turn left then right. Stay away from any flooded parts in the factory…”

He pulled off his metal band putting it on your forearm. He held onto your arm and let out a shaky breath kissing your forehead and your cheek and lips “stay safe. And stay Away. From the witch.” And with that there was a loud boom, a mine being triggered. By one of those beasts no doubt. He sighed pulling off any extra layers of your clothes so you could crawl pushing you into the vent before shutting it. You turned as much as you could “Joshua will you be okay?!” But it was silent and the fading sound of snow crunching under shoes. You continued crawling and the laying on your stomach made you uncomfortable.

You felt your eyes sting, either from the sudden heat or the tears. You found an opening and pulled yourself out the vent looking around you slid down the wall and landed on the ground.

Finding your was was obviously not easy, but you had kept yourself sane with counting the thumps of one of the machines. You heard a low growl, you turned to look at the noise seeing a wolf, baring its teeth. You then looked down and saw its paw, red and sore. He was hurt. You didn’t move, it seemed to think of you as no threat. “Yea, I got hurt by those things once too…” you whispered suddenly there was the thumping of heavy machinery, the dog ran down the hall, its pattering echoing through the place.

You put your hand on the walls feeling heat, it was comforting considering your husband pulled you through dense forest and snow. You continued down the hall. It was a humid feeling, like it was wet but hot. You only had one thought, where was Karl? How were you going to explain, and what was Joshua thinking bringing you here?

Walking around aimlessly you felt yourself lose air, you were beat, you leaned down crawling on your knees before completely curling up onto the floor that grew warm like a furnace, you took a deep breath “Haven't we been here before” laying flat against it, the heat warming you and the way your slightly swollen tummy had embraced the heat. Everything was so warm here. You closed your eyes exhausted and so much mental energy spent tonight you were lost into the sanctuary of sleep.

Dreams you started to have a lot of nightmares, pregnancy nightmares. They always ended up with your baby somehow being lost, you would walk in the other room and they’d be gone, you’d search for them, call out to Joshua who rushed by your side and next thing you knew you were being burned alive by the village tried with murder. Silly dreams.

Luckily a bang pulled you out of your sleep, the warmth had been lost for a while and you shivered from the cold metal floor, you opened your eyes and saw something close to your head you sucked in a breath turning your head up and seeing worn out combat boots with metal touches and a cigar butt dropped in front of you, you gasped and sat up quickly and looking down at you in a mixture of shock and disgust was “Karl..”

He suddenly used his thumb to crack a knuckle, and then you were pulled up by your arm with Joshua’s band held up high, your feet off the ground. “It’s Heisenberg, Lord Heisenberg. You’d better remember it, and what the hell are you doing here?” You felt the metal tighten, making you yelp. His hair had gotten longer; he had a beard. It seemed like Miranda didn’t make him slick his hair back anymore.

You pleaded “Joshua! He- he put me here! My house got attacked by those things that…” you stopped and you felt the young foolish girl rise within you again. “You. You ordered them! You had them attack my family.” Heisenberg blinked “Who?” You let out a huff “Those things! They look human but they act like dogs! Please…lord, let me down.” You felt yourself be dropped on your ass.

Heisenberg rubbed his eyes whispering “Fucking Joshua.” Suddenly you were dropped down and fell on your side, you felt your weight punish you even more trying to stand since you were starting to grow a belly, letting out a long breath you used the wall to support you, everything was metal well as far as you knew, so touching the wall shocked you slightly and almost at the same time it made Heisenberg grumble “Dont touch anything.”

You felt a lump rise in your throat “Im sorry i just needed something to support me” you explained

Heisenberg, with a hand on his hip, turned to you. “Isn't that what husbands are for?” Suddenly, emotions clouded your eyes, and you felt tears falling. “I would've stayed with him, but he pushed me in here! Oh Joshua, my baby!” you wailed.

Your cries flooded the halls You've never cried like this before, you felt sick, nauseous. You mumbled incoherent sentences. The loud sound of a bang rang through the building “Enough!” Heisenberg yelled you bit your lip. Sniffing up the snot that leaked out your nose. You looked at Heisenberg and his eyes…the striking green silverish eyes shined through the lens of his glasses “I'll take you up to the front, from there…I don't really give a shit I just want you out.”

—--

Why was he so cold to you? You showed him kindness as soon as he was brought to you by mother Miranda, you also showed him bitterness when reunited, but you know why he was gone. He was put in this factory and had to serve his mother.

Change was inevitable ever since that little boy crawled into your window with his eyes glowing like a wolf spirit. So now you were in a lift with him and couldn't help but notice the large scar across his face and the knicks on his lips. His hair was unkept. And he had silver hair. “Are you stressed?” you whispered the first time you spoke up since he shut up your crying. He let out a sigh and a laugh. “Are you talking?”

You frowned “Just asking..”

He growled “Well don't! You're not my babysitter anymore!”

You looked at him and shook your head “I never thought of you as a burden Karl.”

Suddenly you felt the band Joshua gave you pull back behind you throwing you against the gate. The gate started to pull apart and the lift had stopped unnaturally. “Listen, I dont owe you shit, matter of fact you owe me. Remember who stitched you up when your fucking guts were hanging on the fucking ground.” Suddenly you felt the gate pull apart pieces cutting your cheek. “Maybe i need to remind you of the feeling…” you felt something graze your belly but through your layers of clothing

Heisenberg hummed “Thin piece of jewlery hanging on your waist resting on your tummy, with the right amount of bending it can be lethally sharp.”

You gasped “Heisenberg no! My lord im sorry! I wont call you Karl again. Im sorry please! Dont do it, im with child.”

You were dropped.

The silence was loud and you backed away from the gate bumping into the lord who stood silently over you. “Pregnant?”

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Wow okay so tagging my freind who probably waited for a while and people are still liking my Heisenberg shit but erm nobody likes delsin? Jk anyway sorry yall I also wanna go back to Levi Ackerman and astarion ofc ofc but baby steps I might burn out @nonchalantgat0

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Hi again, same anon that asked for the ovulating reader thing. I wouldn't mind either but if you could do maybe a mix of both like fluffy at first and it leads to smut that would be great!!😊

I hope you like itttt! :)

Pieces of you - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're extra needy of Ethan's attention.

A/N: TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT. I feel like I've been slacking a little lately lol. I'll be updating my masterlist tomorrow with everything that isn't already on it:)

Ethan had just gotten his own apartment, and you pretty much moved in with him almost immediately. He never wanted you to leave, because he loved waking up next to you. He’d gotten used to all the cute little random things you like to do and became more familiar with your emotions as he spent all his free time with you. But today, you were acting differently. He couldn’t figure you out.

When you woke up from a nap, you walked out of the bedroom to see Ethan on the couch watching a movie.

“Why’d you leave me in there?” you asked.

You fell asleep with him spooning you, because you needed him around you.

“I’m sorry babe. I wasn’t tired and I didn’t want to wake you up,” he said, as you sat down on his lap.

You snuggled into him as he sat there, your head laying on his chest.

“I missed you,” you said, taking in his scent. “The body wash you use smells amazing on you.”

He laughed a little at your comment, wrapping his arm around you. He focused on the movie he was watching, but you wanted him to focus on you.

You traced your fingers over his shirt-covered abs, as he started to wiggle. The movement of his hips made you gasp.

“You’re tickling me,” he laughed, as you stopped moving your fingers.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes, but he could tell something was bothering you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t know, I just…I feel weird today,” you said, “Can we talk? Like, about anything. I don’t care if its school.”

“Uh,” he said, pausing the tv, “sure, baby. I’m going to be really busy with school next semester, I hope you don’t mind.”

You did mind, but that’s probably just your hormones talking.

“What new classes are you taking?” you asked, placing a kiss to his chest.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire the sound of his voice, and the way his words vibrated through his chest as he talked.

“Are you listening, baby?” he asked, trying to look down at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. What did you say?” you asked, as your hand rubbed up and down his chest.

“I was asking what you have going on after break’s over. What classes are you taking?” he asked, his hand running along your hip. The simple action wasn’t meant to be anything more than sweet, but it was starting to drive you crazy.

“Oh, um, I’m not really sure. I’ll check later and let you know.” You said, his hand movements really getting to you. “Can you stop rubbing my hip like that?”

He stopped his actions, feeling confused.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know you didn’t like it,” he said, holding his hand still.

“I love it, but you just can’t do it right now,” you said, holding on to him.

Ethan sat there, still confused, trying to figure out what was going on.

“You haven’t eaten anything yet, do you want to go get some food?” he asked, gently scooting you off him to stand up. “I’m starting to get really hungry, and we forgot to go grocery shopping.”

The only thing you were hungry for was him, but you decided to get up too.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said, slipping on your sneakers as he grabbed his keys.

You sat in the passenger’s seat struggling to sit still. You really missed the loss of contact, but you also didn’t want your boyfriend to starve.

“Do you want to go to a sit-down restaurant, or you want fast food?” he asked, as his hand rested on your thigh.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. Whatever you want, babe,” you said, watching his hand rub up and down your thigh.

“You okay with Olive Garden? I really want some pasta,” he said, glancing over to you before focusing on the road in front of him.

“That’s fine,” you said, as he took a left turn towards the restaurant.

Once you got there, you took a seat across from him at the table. The waitress was quick with your drink order, but you felt like the food was taking forever.

“You want a breadstick?” he asked, taking a bite. “They’re so good.”

“Sure,” you said, finally deciding to eat something.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? If I did something, you’d tell me, right?” he asked, as the food was finally sat in front of us.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a little needy today,” you said, twirling the spaghetti noodles around on your fork.

“It’s okay, I like you being all cozy with me,” he said, as he started to eat his food. “Fuck, this tastes amazing.”

You started to realize that if you didn’t fuck him soon, you might actually lose your mind. He grabbed your hand on top of the table as you talked about the things you wanted to do for the rest of the break.

“Babe, can we get out of here soon?” you asked, looking for the waitress.

“We can take the rest to go,” he said with a smile as his fingers played with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled, as the waitress walked over to give Ethan the check.

On the way home, his hand was back on your thigh. His thumb was rubbing circles against you, and you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“We need to get back home,” you said, stopping his hand.

“Why, babe? I was thinking we could go to this cute overlook. I brought a blanket, and we can cuddle while the sun sets,” he said, and you started to feel bad because it was so sweet and romantic…but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, we’re going to have to do it in your car. I need it, baby,” you said, your pleading eyes connected with his.

“Is this what’s been bothering you all day? You just need me to fuck you?” he smirked, starting his hand movements on your leg again. “All you had to do was ask, babe. You know I love it.”

“I’ve been trying to hold back all day,” you said, gasping as he squeezed your thigh.

“Don’t ever hold back again, okay?” he said, as he turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

You both got out of the car and hurried up the stairs to his door. When you made it inside, you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room. You stripped out of your clothes in seconds as Ethan stood there, watching you. You started to get impatient as you walked over to him, lifting his shirt over his head. His lips connected with yours as he unhooked his belt and slid his pants down his thighs.

“I guess you really do need it,” he said, as your hand stroked his cock through his boxers.

“So bad,” you mumbled against his lips.

You led him back to the bed, lightly shoving him so he’d fall back. You straddled him, grinding your wet pussy against his clothed cock. You lifted off him a little, to pull him out of his boxers so you could have him inside of you.

“Baby, wait,” he said, as you whimpered. “If you want to skip the foreplay that’s fine, but at least let me stretch you out with my fingers. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay, but no teasing. I can’t take it right now,” you said, as he flipped you over to have better access to your dripping pussy.

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, gasping as you started to clench around him immediately. He started to move it in and out of you before adding another.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out, finally getting the attention where you desperately needed it.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you for a few minutes, as you started to whine.

“Okay, I think that’s good. I need to ride you,” you said, the eagerness in your voice making him laugh.

“What has gotten into you?” he asked, smirking.

You didn’t answer as he laid back, and you resumed your position on top of him. You lined him up to your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, loving the feeling of you around him.

You started to move as his hands started to roam your chest. You whined out as he softly pinched your nipples. You leaned down to kiss him as you grinded on him, his own hips starting to thrust into yours.

You were a moaning mess within minutes, and your brain started to get foggy with pleasure.

When you sat back up to ride him again, your hand went to your clit, rubbing circles against it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, as he helped you rock your hips.

You kept rubbing your clit, and kept trying to get close to an orgasm, but you couldn’t get there. You started to get really frustrated, tears welling up in your eyes at the disappointment.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Ethan asked, wiping the single tear off your cheek.

“I need to cum, but I can’t,” you whined, as you tried even harder to get there.

“Maybe it’s just the position. Want to try another one?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, sliding him out of you.

You felt empty as you waited for him to tell you what to do.

“Let me fuck you from behind, baby. That always makes you cum,” he said, as you got in the position.

He groaned as your ass was stuck up in the air, your pussy craving him. He wasted no time as he started to thrust into you, as his other hand snaked around to rub your clit.

“Fuuuuck,” you whimpered, as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit that special spot inside of you.

“That feel better?” Ethan asked, as your arms spread out on the bed in front of you.

“Yes,” you mewled into the sheets.

He started to move faster, knowing how desperately you needed it. Loud moans were flying out of your mouth as you finally started to feel like you were getting close. Your hips moved back to meet his with each thrust, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, his free hand running over the curve of your ass.

Your hands were balled into fists as you gripped the sheets, your impending orgasm quickly building.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you cried out, the feeling starting to wash over you.

Ethan watched you pull at the sheets as you started to shake underneath of him, the sight making him close to his own orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your incoherent babbling making him laugh, until those laughs turned to groans.

“God baby, your pussy feels amazing,” he moaned, as he reached that peak.

He pulled out, painting your lower back with his release. He kept his hands on your ass while he caught his breath.

“Thank you, babe,” you said, as you relaxed your grip on the sheets.

“You’re welcome,” he said, grabbing a towel to clean your lower back.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked, getting underneath the comforter.

“Of course, baby,” he said crawling in beside you.

He ran his fingers over your bare back as he held you against him. He loved the special, intimate moments he got to have with you, especially right after sex. It makes him happy to make you feel good.

“Hey, Ethan?” you said, looking up at him.

“What’s up?” he asked, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we watch the sunset tomorrow night? I thought it was really sweet that you wanted to do that.”

He smiled at your words, “We can watch the sunset every single day if you wanted to.”

[haveihitanerve]

Le Ingredients: Papa needs to calm- Papa needs- papa-oy..

Hope you enjoy this insanity as much as I did! Lets go!:

“Should we just start off with ingredients?” I love it soo so so much when they turn to each other and ask, because usually the person who introduces the idea of the long form just has final say because they’re the ones talking(and they know each other well enough at this point to know which titles would make a good story for them/the others to develop) but i still love seeing them actually ask its so cute

“Thats how you start a recipe lets do it!” Damn Sam, thats so smooth. I forget sometimes this is their job lol

“Damn hes good.” lol exactly!

“All i need from you to get us started is- is some forced applause okay?” LMAOO TOM

“Thats why I married you.” AJ: *blinks. Pause. Ok sam. ok.* LMAOOO he did not see that coming

“I love you so much.” Lunges for Sam and kisses him so well he has to take a moment to recover is crazzyyyy XD

“Papa gets stressed.” Grins because he knows- he fucking knowss what he’s doing

“Papa needs to calm down.” Now Sam is in on it, even coming up behind ooohhh this is not how quickly i expected this to go-no complaints tho

“Papa needa calm- papa-oy-” Oh AJ did not expect Sam to go along lmaooo its too much for him

“I gave the 4-5 to.. James.. And *searches mind palace for another name* Tiffany.” XD

“ITALY!!!” *goes for a high five, gives Sam .2 seconds to reciprocate and gives up* “OkaY!!...”

“I love you.” “i love you too.” SAM FUCKING WINKS FUCKING WHAT. oh my gods… im going insane wow ok…

(also the absolutely no reaction from AJ, just a slight smile is killing me he was completely prepared for Sam to wink and acted like it happens on the daily and oh my gods)

*gasps dramatically* is Aj calling a side chick rn? No Aj! Bad AJ! Please give us a happy relationship…

Sam answering the phone XD

“She is gone is she? Where?” “I think to the toilet.” AJ… “is that what she said?” Sam is flabbergasted as to how AJ already forgot XD

Oh no, ok so AJ is planning something, what no one knows, not even him, but hes not cheating on his wife so we’re all good

“You need to bet in the papers.” “Did you say bet in the papers?” “No i said get in the papers.” mhm… sure Sam. sure. Also, thanks for giving us an actual plot of what aj is attempting to do???

AJ hanging up and then resuming his excellent stage craft of making food while waiting for either someone to join him or to end the scene- his little smile is so cute because he cant do anything unless someone else joins him XD

Sam just fucking screeching and AJ’s little jolt of surprise

[continuous cries of pain and choking for a disturbingly long time]

Tom sitting right next to Sam just :D watching to see what AJ’ll do next without bothering to move to help either one at all XD

AJ slowly breaking, a small smile, little flinch when Sam screams renewed, and shoulders shaking, while Tom props his arm up, classic Tom pose with his fingers over his mouth as he watches, they're so cute

*he is still going btw*

“HOT HOT! HOT! HOOOOOOTTT!” oh so he has words now, nice

[renewed cries of pain and??? drowning???]

[that also go on for a very long time and then eventually, slooowwwwlllllyyyyy die down]

Tom breaking and looking at Sam like “you good? You about done now?” 🫠😭

AJ taking a breath because its finally done

Sam: AUGH!! AJ: *pulls out a shotgun and fucking shoots him*

Sam himself finally ending the scene wth XD

Tom standing up resignedly as AJ finally gets to laugh off stage about Sam being weird 

“Morning chief.” Tom did not want that to be his character, as we can tell by his little sigh and AJ’s/Sam’s laughter at him. “Good morning.” why does he sound russian/like a vampire

“Any weird crimes happen yesterday?” Tom does his classic “ehhhhh.” nod. Love love love

“I've been up all night, its-” “what exactly happened?” AJ and Sam having shit eating grins because they made everything happen and are now forcing Tom to come up with the actual concrete details of the plot because they’re little shits like that XD

“I've only had time to watch it three times, it kept going y'know?” Shade thrown Sam’s way, very nicely done, and still being very obscure because he doesn't wanna build the plot lmaooo

“You know… you know octopuses?” Tom w h a t. Sam’s confused chuckle before he covers it because Tom. w h a t. 

“My story is always straight.👹” turns demonic for a second. Sam:... ok weird thing to say…

“So they serve octopus, paeiella.” …what. “Sorry?” Even Sam is knocked off guard. 

“Its a spanish dish.” “yeah.” Sam got that part. “Paella?” He knows what its called. “Octo- Let me finish why are you interrupting?” yes, act offended, perfect

“Shut your tiny mouth down.” even weirder thing to say but i dig it, keep going

“And thats not very nice, you know Im very insecure about the size of my mouth.” lmaooo Sam making it personal

“Its a small mouth are we meant to pretend?” Tom is not gonna let anything go, got it. “Meant to pretend its a normal sized mouth?” 

“okay come on lets move on.” Sam attempting to move the plot along

“Its dainty.” Tom not letting that happen “we like it, but its dainty.” Aj just grinning from off stage because he doesn't have to worry about plot or saying words properly

“So theres this octopus, and its in the paeilia.” (autocorrect tried to spell it correctly, but no, this is how tom spells it so this is how we spell it)

Sam folding, Aj laughing, and Tom being confused and defensive, amazing

“Cant pronounce that word, can you?” XD poor tom…

“PAIEALLLA!!!” Yes Tom, saying it louder means you are correct

“Paella.” That, strangely enough, autocorrect didn't want to change… suspicious

“Nooooo….” tom XD help-

“Im saying it the italiano way.” “oh I see. Wrong.” DAMN SAM!!! DAMN XD

“Anyway, octopus paella-” “octopus paeylla.” Tom- Aj loosing it on the side and Sam having to lean away, folding again. LMAOOO as Tom just stands there, like “what?” XD

“You sound like every time you say it, like you're having a mini stroke.” Sam will not let this go- also i've seen clips of this scene before and wow it goes on much longer than i believed lmaooo

AJ trying to recover and loosing it again when Sam says “mini stroke’ bending over fully and smacking his leg, amazing

“I will.. Get someone else.” now thats a threat. I think he means just in general, replacing Sam with a new improv group XD

“The other can do this just as well.” Aj your position off stage and not in the scene is being threatened. 

“What- you've just drawn an octopus so far. How does that *breaks, finally and laughs* help? I don't need pictograms *AJ cackling as he folds again, Sam trying to recover but failing* its not fucking ancient egypt.” this is glorious how did Tom manage to turn the tides on sam when its not even fucking real what hes doing LMAOOO XD

“Octopus- *disgruntled and aggressive glare at sam* paella.” Sam: *cheeky shit smirks and hold up a finger*-better!

“I work so hard.” we see you tom, we know, keep up the good work. 

“Octopus paeialla” he was so close!

“An octopus dish.” they have taken all the wind from his sails lmaooo

“Yum this delicious.. dish.”  poor baby XD

“I got to the big deal and you're just cutting off me!!!!!!” tom, where are these english degrees thats not proper word positioning in a sentence tsk tsk lol

“Were going back to the start!” Angry tom. “Octopus paeilla.” hes given up on all of them XD

“By the paella or by the octopus?” sam knew what he was trying to say and is just making life hard at this point XD and we love him for it

“AHHHHHH!” tom is ready to strangle him XD

*long winded explanation that periodically is interrupted by Tom *wiggle arms* and Aj laughing* and the woman is dead.  Well that wrapped up nicely…

“Si.” “Si?” “... yes.” Sam is just fucking with him now XD “Si. Yes.” *Tom is going insane* “what?” his little arm flaps at Sam hes so confused and concerned XD 

Meanwhile AJ: *loosing it offstage*

“Why are you questioning me?” I love the way he suddenly inhaled helium and is eight octaves higher, adore

“I think, open and shut case.” “octopus breaks into restaurant, *Aj’s giggle* hides into a paella, *deep breath* and then strangles *Tom: paeilla* (tom baby no) a woman.” “Si. ANd fire.” yes, yes Sam, don't forget the fire. 

“Maybe the octopus did it, i don't fucking know.” Sam is just done lmaoo

“Dina, dina come in.” AJ’s nod at Sam that ‘yes, you are dina, my wife, come here’ and Tom being extra “ill leave.” 

“Really?” Sam is shocked lmaooo, so much so he forgets his accent XD

“Why are the italians so fucking mental.” lmaooo- Translation: why are you two idiots so fucking mental, cant we have a normal fucking skit for once

“Its- is terrible.” Brilliant acting Aj, 10/10, everyone believes that you think its terrible

“Babi-” did he forget the name or is this his italian pet name for his wife? 

AJ’s smile and his correction- “dina” reveals the first(or its his weird italian way of saying “babe” or smth but nobody got it so he had to clarify lol)

“You only call me Babi when you're lying.” 

“This is your restaurant.” “yes?” aj is unaware how this is relevant. “This is so far very much within your wheelhouse.” LMAOOO

Aj’s hand still on Sam’s shoulder🫠

“Where would I find an octopus-” “you're a chef! Its one of the ingredients-!” Sam is loosing it XD

“But where would I find an octopus that has the ability to strangle someone and set itself on fire. *starts grinning* its so stupid.” It is indeed, and we love it

“I know about your circus past.” DAMN! The way AJ’s smile dropped so fast is incredible holy shit

“Don't you ever-” Both Sam and AJ break with laughter because honestly, what is this storyline XD

“The english mafia.” AJ fighting a smile🫠😭

*pulls out his actual, genuine iphone* look at this, Starling Bank *grins* What number does it say, from last nights revenue. Say it out loud.” AJ forcing Sam to create this, beautiful XD

Sam actually doing something on AJ’s phone lol, so sweet

“Two-” “two million euros.” Said in unison while grinning at each other- ill be right back let me just go cry in the corner-

Tom: *stands, ready to join the scene* Sam: the octopus! Tom: *look of disappointment and annoyance the way only good friends can convey with a single look*

All three of them laughing at the joke together im gonna cry theyre so cute

Tom’s head tilt- sobbing🫠

“No stop it!” Aj has to step in to defend him XD

Sam still losing it at his own joke while Tom just stares at him, done

“Let him be the character he wanted to be!” AJ!!! help- XD

“Do you have something to mention on the octopus. *voice shaking with laughter* whoever you may be.” Tom: *just starts fucking honking????* XD LMAOO

“Me and my comically large feet.” Puts foot up on chair where AJ’s hand was a second ago, moves it away before he places it because he saw it coming. Almost loses his balance- Sams hand snaps up and stabilizes him as Aj grabs the chair and his foot😭*sobs in the corner in i want their friendship*

THE WAY SAMS PHONE TURNS OFF RIGHT AS TOM SNAPS IS INSANEE

“Is he a clown or magician?” Tom: *eyes light up in idea* both! *fwish* flowers? Tom stop being sweet to AJ’s wife, this isn't a cheating story.. Also- the true magic is that hes wearing short sleeves, so he pulled the flowers out of his wrists… 

“Its a bird!” thank you for sharing Tom XD

The way they're all standing in like a triangle just periodically smiling at each other when they’re not the ones actively participating in the scene is too cute

“They have magicians at the circus right?” Noooot… really, but now really isn't the time to ask, that would have been like… a few seconds ago lol

Sam and AJ laughing, Sam releasing air like a balloon while AJ just chuckles, staring at tom incredulously like “you're asking this now??” and Tom just smiles and goes “yeahh.” and i love that for all of them

“This marriage is over!” NOOOO “No!” Sam: :) Si. LMAOO

“Remember,” Aj dropping a few inches in height just so Tom seems even taller is crazy mental and i love him for it

“The big top always comes out.. On top.” AJ’s surprised burst of a laugh is everything to me, including his little victorian hand over the mouth

Tom backing up while making clown honk noises and AJ tries desperately not to laugh

“Its like seven in the afternoon.” Tom: *really?* seven in the afternoon? Thats why!

“Im sorry, I’ve been up all night with duolingo trying to learn spanish words,*sam’s slow growing joy as the sentence progresses, AJ’s laugh in the back* apparently my pronunciation is terrible.” LMAOO Tom never change XD

Tom ever so casually just shutting the door in Sam’s face as he starts to ramble is a power move and also crazy

“I thought we could do this bit off stage because its really just… *flaps arms tiredly* they already know.” Sam laughs and does, in fact, end the scene lol

“Dmitri!” Tom: *speaks Russian gibberish back* AJ: *pauses, did not expect that, has to smile* don't speak russian! Fuckin- *cant think of something not xenophobic to say*-do it now!

“I have a successful restaurant-” Tom comes fucking floating in like hes the Ghost of Somerset past or smth weird like that..

AJ: *bamboozled but keeps talking, glancing at Tom like ‘what do you want now’* they're all so tired and done with each other its absolutely amazing

Tom weirdly hugging Aj… its just cute even if its weird…anyway…

“My name is.. Uh…” AJ not sure if hes been given a name, if he has a name, if he can come up with a name, or if waiters even introduce themselves. They don't, especially not if hes just serving food and not there to just grab orders, but he’s realizing that slowly XD

“I wanted some of your… paillllaa.” Tom, just… keep trying bud, you're doing great. Sam’s laugh off stage is amazing too

“You are under arrest.” AJ’s smile of ‘wow okay already? We moved fast tom, but ok..” “on suspicion of octopus” Tom, never change XD

“And we will kill no more women in here.” Sam and AJ having a stare down while Tom does a fourth wall break, iconic as always

“Everybody hear that? So, if any of you were thinking of doing a murder, n- you cant!” and thats- thats final!!! So says Tom! lmaooo

“I've got one last ingredient for you” *does stagecraft of taking off a ring, but maybe thats not obvious enough* “my wedding ring.” Tom: *nope we cant have that* thats actually contraband… so.. 

All of them cracking at Tom’s last joke

Also the way Tom was still cradling AJ’s hands… 😭

AND SCENE

ANyway this was absolutely delightful, loved the delightful arguing, the... i dont wanna say eye-fucking because they weren't doing that, maybe eye-shitting-on-each-other?? anyways it was amazing as always, they're too fucking cute and I love

This is also one of the first skits I've seen where AJ is equally as done with Sam and Tom as they are with him, and its delightful lmaoo

@dawn-speckled thank you for the rec! @snek-of-eden

[icallhimjoey]

request: we have a panic attack and joe's there

MMM chefs kiss this is how to do a request, i fucking LOVE this, because, yes, we can have a panic attack and yes, joe can be there, but you know what ????? joe doesn't know how to fucking help at ALL (bcos useless clueless idiot) thanks for requesting! Wordcount: 2.1K

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Heartbeats All Chaos

Joe had never seen an actual panic attack up close.

He’d heard of people having them, someone not making it to whatever was planned because they’d had a panic attack earlier and everyone would always frown and nod and be so very understanding.

Once at school, he’d heard a girl cry and then was later told she was having a panic attack. It had just looked like crying to him, but what did he know?

Well, he knew technically what they were, knew that people who had them felt like they were actively dying.

And he knew what being panicked felt like.

But when he got out of the shower and found you sat on the edge of bed, unresponsive to how he shook his hair like a dog when he walked past you, that was...

Unusual. To say the least.

His own smile turned into a frown, looking back at you over his shoulder as he opened the wardrobe.

“Hey,” 

You just stared ahead, chest heaving, nostrils flared.

“Hey are you all right?”

Just... nothing. 

You had a weird relationship with panic. You knew it liked you a bit too much, and when you were younger, you’d been forced to become acquainted with it. Had to learn the tell-tale signs of when it would try to grab hold of you. Had to learn how to prevent an attack, avoid whatever could potentially trigger it. Had to learn what to do when its long, cold arms still managed to wrap themselves around your ribcage where it would squeeze you tightly. 

You knew how to pull yourself through an attack.

You’d learnt breathing techniques.

You’d learnt how to mentally ground yourself.

You’d learnt where to take your mind and how to keep your focus there.

Joe walking past in just a towel wrapped around his hips, bending slightly towards you and shaking his head to get little droplets of water on you broke that focus.

You could feel pressure build in your chest as the ringing in your ears got louder. Joe’d asked you a question. You’d heard him fine. It just took a little longer to answer.

Joe took the silence to mean you were upset.

He pulled a T-shirt out of the wardrobe after stepping into a fresh pair of boxer briefs and let his mind wander, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I, oh shit, did I forget– what day is it? I forgot something important, didn’t I?”

With every passing second, your lungs allowed you less and less oxygen and your peripheral vision got smaller and smaller. Shrunk away from the sides and made you feel like your balance was off.

You gasped for air.

“Hey, are you crying? I’m– I fucked up, didn’t I? What did I do?”

You held an arm out, eyes on the floor where you could see your feet touch the carpet, and you shook your head.

Mistake.

Instantly made you feel dizzy, and nausea introduced itself thickly in your throat.

“No, it’s,” you winced, because, yes you were crying. It was just that the crying was a side-effect of the uneasy sensation of fear that tried to swallow you whole. You knew there was no external reason for it, just something that tricked your body into activating its fight-or-flight response. Made your heart rate pick up until it felt like it was going to break your ribs and escape from your chest. Made your muscles tense up enough to have you shaking all over.

Scared.

You were really fucking scared.

You felt how Joe took hold of the hand you held out for him, and were quick to squeeze.

“Oh my– hey, calm down,”

“Panic,” you managed to squeeze from your throat, hiccuping and gasping through breaths.

What were the techniques?

Think of the techniques.

Breathe in through nose, out through mouth. Focus attention outside of your own body. Think of three things you can see. You can hear. You can smell. Sit and let the symptoms pass on their own. They will pass. This is uncomfortable but not life-threatening. Uncomfortable but not life-threatening. Uncomfortable but not–

Yea, nothing was working.

“Are you having a panic attack?”

You were just going to have to ride this one out.

And Joe was just... he was just useless.

He didn’t know what to do, and so he kind of just... stood there. Got a bit closer as he held the hand that you were currently digging your nails into.

Your eyes found him before they squeezed shut, and you felt how his other hand grabbed onto your bicep. Kneaded the muscles there, squeezed and moved his hand down a bit to squeeze once more.

“Yea, you’re having a panic attack. Right now. Jesus, you’re having a pani– what do I do? What do you– do you need–”

Joe panicked. Did exactly what you didn’t need him doing.

You were still on the up-climb, and everything got steadily worse. Muscles tightening. Vision narrowing still. Heart rate increasing still. You needed... you needed... a parent? Someone to take over, someone who you trusted would know what to do.

“Arms up,” Joe suddenly said, voice a little steadier than before, like he was glad he’d thought of something that would help, that would make breathing a little easier for you.

“Come on, up, over your head.”

He took hold of you by the elbows and pushed both your arms up, which, yes, you knew technically that really should’ve made breathing easier. But your muscles were tensed up, and it hurt your chest, and all your body wanted to do was to curl up into a ball so your face could hide and cry into your knees.

Joe had a hard time fighting your arms that were desperately pulling down, and said, “Slow breaths, slow deep breaths...” whilst trying to demonstrate.

It was of no use.

You were choking on gulps of air.

“Hey. Relax!” Joe made eye-contact, eyebrows raised, like getting a little stern would shock the system into relaxing.

“No,” you sobbed weakly, eyes squeezed firmly shut as you shook your head from side to side. Telling you to relax when you literally couldn’t was the exact opposite of helping.

“No?” Joe immediately went soft again as he let go of your arms, his own eyes wet now too. That same unsure tremor found his voice again as he kneeled in front of you and said, “What do you need? How do you– oh my God, you have to breathe, baby.”

You gestured around wordlessly, gasping through stuttered inhales, and you saw Joe look, frown at it, thinking, deciphering.

“Sit?”

“Hmm,” you nodded, and started shifting, turning on the bed, but Joe’s hands squeezed your thighs and pushed them into the mattress as he got up. He climbed onto the bed, hands not leaving your body once and moved to sit behind you, legs around your hips, arms around your front.

Your hands immediately found his arm to grab and dig nails into, and the added warmth to your back made you let out a short soft hum that almost sounded like a whimper.

“Lean back, I got you,” Joe whispered, his head now resting on your own as he pulled you closer. With your back pressed against his chest, head firmly slotted into place underneath his chin, you could feel your shoulders slump down a little bit.

“Good. Yea, that’s good.” Joe cooed before he softly shushed you, stopping when he heard your throat make a noise.

“Can you,” you start through a shuddering breath, “Squeeze?”

Joe didn’t need asking twice, arms slowly wrapping around further, tentative and careful in case it was all too much, squeezing your ribcage right against his.

It made you sigh.

Feeling pressure from an actual outside source made it easier to accept the constriction of your chest. Made it make sense a little more.

“There you go,” Joe muttered as you sagged into him, your head falling forward for a moment as a small sigh escaped you. “This good? Or do you want it tighter?”

You squeezed fingers into his forearm by ways of answering, heartbeat all chaos.

“Here, pull your knees up, get them in here,” Joe said, reaching, leaning back for a second and taking you with him. You managed to plant both feet onto the mattress, knees drawing up to your chest and Joe reached both arms around, pulling you into him fully.

Yes.

Curled up and hidden.

Compressed into warmth.

This helped.

You sat like that for a while, locked into Joe completely. His grip didn’t waver once, until you’d slowly stopped crying. But even then, Joe wasn’t just going to let go of you easily. He’d let go once he’d be told to do so.

Joe tilted his head to look at you when you started sliding your hands over Joe’s forearms, running slowly up to the hems of the sleeves of his T-shirt where they played with the soft fabric. He could barely see you at all, but he was able to catch the tear stains, the worry-lines, the rosy cheeks.

Made him hug you tighter, squeezing you once more as his face buried into your neck on the side.

“You OK?”

You nodded, small little up and down movements of your head, mostly because you didn’t want to test if your throat felt normal again when you spoke.

“I know you said,” Joe started, softly whispering, not needing to speak any louder, you were so close. “You said you sometimes got unprovoked, what’d you call them? Freak outs?”

You nodded again, breathing slowly, using fingernails to trace lines over the back of Joe’s hand.

“We never talked about what I should do to help when you have one...”

You spasmed on a deeper inhale, before you said, “I know, maybe we should have,” and you tried thinking of what you would’ve told him. What would you have said for Joe to do? Asking him to compress you the way you’d only just managed to do this time was a spur of the moment thing that ended up helping a lot. However, you wouldn’t have known that beforehand.

You noticed Joe had started swaying, rocking back and forth with you.

“This OK?”

“Yea,”

“Is this... was this how it usually goes?”

“Hmm, they normally last longer,”

Your faces were so close, you were fine murmuring in your softest whispers. With Joe’s chin digging into your shoulder now, you exhaled and let your legs fall down, knees over the edge of the bed again. Joe took the moment to shift and get a proper look at your face and you might as well have slapped him right across his.

There was practically nothing left of you.

Tiny.

So fucking small.

“You sure you’re all right?” he asked, entirely unconvinced that you were.

“Tired,”

Yea, Joe could imagine. Look at you.

“Are you all right?” you asked, and Joe had to really try to not pinch you in the side at the sound of your smile seeping through.

“No, that was fucking terrifying,”

You chuckled softly, immediately winced at how sore your muscles felt.

“Sorry,”

“No don’t,” Joe took a sharp breath as he watched his own hand find yours over your front to intertwine fingers together. “Don’t apologise. Just tell me what to do.”

“This was good.”

“Yea?”

“Hmm.”

Joe did so good.

“I think it’s why this one didn’t take so long,” you said quietly, and you felt Joe squeeze your hand as he hugged tighter once more as he actively tried to keep his own tears at bay. Realising that you’d struggled through panic attacks on your own without someone to hold you more often than not, was stupidly heart-breaking.

He thought back to that girl he’d seen cry at school when he was 14 and felt guilty over his lack of empathy then.

“Hey,” you whispered, feeling how Joe was holding his breath, feeling his heartbeat slowly stumble in chaos of its own now.

“Relax,” you repeated Joe from before, same tone of voice, but way softer. It instantly got a huff of laughter from him before he groaned softly and pressed his head against yours.

“Don’t apologise,” you said, full on grinning now, turning your head to look at him. “Just tell me what to do.”

Joe looked at you a second, happy to see you smile, overwhelmed with how you managed to fill his insides with all things soft so strongly.

Fingers took hold of you by the chin and pulled you in closer for a kiss that you hummed into. When Joe was about to pull back, you got him by the neck and lengthened it. Made Joe hum into your mouth in return, until you finally broke and gave each other dopey smiles.

“This was good.” Joe said, mimicking you now.

“Yea?”

All chaos gone.

“Hmm.”

So good.

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The Taglisted

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita because I asked my friend to not name his kid the same name as my abusive dad because it triggers me?

✨👶🏼 so I notice myself, sorry but I have a mental disability so my grammar isn't great. Sorry if I sound weird.

So let's just call my friend Fred (23,he/him, trans man)and I'll call my dad's name Sven. Fred has one other child(1,m) who I'll call Winston and Fred's newest child (Unborn lol, we know its another boy) is with one of his partners Brooke(22, They/She, transfem nb girl). I also offhandedly mention my partner Rosey(25, Any pronouns, Genderfluid) a few times, Fred's other partner Alan (20s?, He/him, Trans man), and lastly Me (24, He/she, Genderfluid).

Me and Fred have been bffs for like 7 or 8 years and I and Rosey are godparents to Winston and Fred got pregnant again. This time from one of his partners Brooke , Winston's other dad isnt in the picture. Me and Fred are super close (nearly dated at one point but it was before Fred and Brooke got together the first time and we are no longer interested in each other like that.) and I've been following both of Fred's pregnancies just to make sure everything is ok (I'm not encroaching, I just get text updates on appointments and stuff. Fred's first pregnancy was rough.).

Without going into a whole timeline, Fred and Brooke dated a couple years ago for about a year but Brooke raised a hand to hit Fred (never made contact nor any other physical abuse however they used it as a threat) and was controlling over him, they broke up and lost contact and over the last year/year and a half, rekindled and Brooke says they've changed and Fred trusts them again. I still don't like Brooke for obvious reasons but I'm being civil and trying to let them earn my trust again. So far their relationship is fine and it's not my place to muddle so until Fred sets off alarms that Brooke has gone back to their old ways, I'm trusting my friend's judgement. Brooke has been doing great through this pregnancy.

Fred knows the gest about what my dad put me through and how abusive he was to me. He knows I can't even be near cigarette smoke because it reminds me of him. However, Fred doesn't know his name. It's not because Fred doesn't want to, my dad's name just never came up and i didnt realize he didnt know his name till a few hours ago.

Me and Rosey sat in a call with Fred, Brooke and Alan while Fred and Brooke were brainstorming name ideas (They wanted our input). Brooke suggested the name Sven. I wanna be clear, Brooke doesn't know my dad's name either so I don't think this was a way of attacking me or something sinister. The name Sven is standing in for is a very common name in my country, though it's not popular for us gen Zers, it is common for my dad's generation.

I obviously froze up a bit due to the mention of his name and although Rosey tried to bring it up, Fred and his partners are kinda known for interrupting (Usually not viciously) and they didn't hear her. Fred and Brooke chatted happily about what a handsome name Sven was and how they might just decide to stick with it here and now but they wanted to hear other options. I waited out till the end of the call when Alan left (I don't know them so I didn't want to accidentally tell them personal things about my history of abuse) and told Fred that Sven was my dad's name.

Fred gasped and quickly said he wouldn't choose Sven and that he was sorry he forgot his name. Brooke however said that that was not a good enough reason to not consider a name they both dearly loved not 10 seconds ago. I tried to tell Brooke about why my dad was a bad person and some of the lighter things he'd done (not in a trauma dump explicit way, just in a he did *insert form of abuse* way) but they shut me down and said it was their kid to decide the name of. Fred told him he was also a vote in the name and he didn't want to upset me unnecessarily. Brooke said they were done with the conversation and Fred said they'd talk about it later. Fred then said to me and Rosey that he'd handle it and ended the call.

After about 30 mins, I got a couple of texts from Brooke and Alan that I was a jerk for trying to push my triggers onto other people and causing a fight between them and Fred and it wasn't my baby to name. (Alan doesn't live with Brooke and Fred so Brooke told Alan first what happened.) I decided not to answer for an hour or so because I was already worked up and they both essentially called me an asshole for overstepping. Fred just says hes gonna handle them but now I'm just confused.

I can see where I might of overstepped but I wasn't trying to be controlling and even if they would of picked Sven, i would of still respected it and tried my best to get over it as best i can. Was I pushing my problems on others or was I just letting a friend know what that name might be a bit painful for me when the name was just a suggestion? I don't think I'm TA but I wanna see if I'm missing something?

(I just realized rereading this that there is some important context to be added; Sven is not a sentimental name to Fred, Brooke or Alan. It's not a parents or grandparents name that might need carried on, it was just a name they liked. I checked with Fred to see if that explained Brooke's anger or something and Fred said no, they just liked Sven. There also hasn't been any hostility before this with Brooke or Alan so I'm not sure where all this anger came from.)

What are these acronyms?

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 51

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Deafness. Darkness. My connection to the world was stripped from me. Would this be it? A watery grave connecting Dr. Miller and I for all of eternity? Would Will’s plan be carried out as planned? Would our stories be falsified for all of the world to judge?

I opened my eyes beneath the surface and the sting of chlorine forced them shut immediately. Dr. Miller’s fingers twitched against mine, a prisoner to the drugs in his system, as I struggled to pull him to the surface.

My lungs began to burn as intensely as the muscles in my arms. I tucked my arms beneath his and managed to breach the surface as I kicked with all of the intensity my body could manage. At the same time I heaved Dr. Miller’s body upward and heard him gasp for air less than a second after I did.

Water splashed in my face and the sound echoed in my ear drums as I choked on my own breath.

“So, she can swim.” Will’s voice sent an extra jolt of adrenaline through my body. As weird as it sounds, I almost forgot he was there in the midst of the struggle.

“Help, please, Will.” I choked the words out but knew they would do nothing. I dipped barely below the surface again, though when I felt Dr. Miller’s body twitch again, I shoved him upward so his face was above the water.

“I wish I had popcorn.” Will’s voice sounded far away and echoey with half of my head still submerged. His laugh sounded like the background noise of a nightmare, like that of a clown giggling in slow motion.

I’m fucked. We’re fucked.

Dr. Miller’s right leg kicked, just barely, but the movement motivated to keep going. I laid on my back, the way he taught me when we talked about what to do if I accidentally fell into a pool. Holding him on top of me as I swam backwards felt like bench pressing five-hundred pounds - with your spotter pushing down on the bar trying to choke you.

I went under again and struggled this time to stay afloat. Fuck, I swore the water had tentacles, pulling at my limbs and attempting to drag me down into the abyss. I knew the lower we got, the bleaker our chances of survival were.

Stay at the surface, I told myself, managing to barely catch my breath this time. It was only a brief second before I went back under. Did Dr. Miller catch a breath that time?

When I felt the side of the pool in the midst of my kicking and flailing, I suddenly felt a spark of hope. With a final push that left my legs feeling like they were pierced with a thousand arrows, I shoved our bodies to the side of the pool, coming up for another gasping breath that left Dr. Miller coughing.

“Grab it,” I choked out, “Please.” I was begging him now, praying that he had the strength to do it. If not, I feared the worst.

When Dr. Miller’s fingers curled around the tiled ledge, I did the same and breathed in and out, in and out, in and out. He grunted and gasped, barely able to keep his face above water.

I pushed him up by the base of his back, attempting to use the water to my advantage now that it had released me from its death grip.

“Uh-uh,” Will wagged his finger, rising to his feet from the seated position he had been in to squat beside the pool. “Back to the middle.”

“Don’t do this.” I shook my head, still breathing heavily as he shooed me with his hand.

“Go on.”

“Let her go,” Dr. Miller whispered.

“Joel, you know I can’t do that.” Will chuckled and shook his head, whipping the knife out from his pocket. He showed off the blade for a second or two and then placed it against Dr. Miller’s fingers, pushing down just enough to cause discomfort.

“Stop it!” I shouted, leaving an echo off the walls.

Will laughed out loud again as if he had just heard the joke of the century. As he cocked his head back in his jovial state I was tempted to reach for his arm and yank him into the pool; though I wasn’t sure that would work to my advantage. In fact, he could probably easily drown him if he was in the water with us.

“Back.. up.” His tone was more stern now; cold. Will’s eyes burned into Dr. Miller’s, who began to wince when the blade dug into his knuckles.

“Stop!” I shouted again. “Will!’

When Dr. Miller cried out in pain, I pulled him away from the ledge and pushed off the side with my feet as I laid flat on my back again.The short break had been enough and my adrenaline was still pumping.

“I’m bringing you.. to the other.. side.” Speaking didn’t come easy during physical exertion. I let out choppy, little breaths against the back of Dr. Miller’s head as I towed him with me. My eyes lifted as I created distance between us and Will. His cool smile made me feel worse. This was just a game to him - a game he had played over and over again in different versions. Will was a cat toying with two mice. Two incapacitated mice.

He casually began to stroll down the length of the pool, whistling as he put his hands in his pockets. When he rounded the first corner, our eyes met and I almost started crying. It didn’t matter which side of the pool we ended up on. Will would be waiting there with his knife by the time we got there. I didn’t have the energy to keep towing Dr. Miller back and forth. He was too heavy. My swimming skills were still weak. And I was fading fast.

“Get out of the pool,” Dr. Miller choked out. “And.. run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” I practically shouted, letting out a loud, decompressing scream as I struggled harder.

Slam! The door that led into the pool area whipped open and I almost thought it was some kind of mirage. Carol. It was Carol. Carol, Carol, Carol. She was there. Right there in front of us.

“Midnight swim?” She greeted with a smile, and then quickly let it fade. “Oh, my God.” Carol hurried toward the edge of the pool. “Is Joel hurt? Did he get drunk and fall in? Will, help him!”

Will didn’t speak. He stared at Carol quite literally like a statue. I had never seen a human being go so still.

Carol’s eyes landed on the knife in his hand and then to her brother and me. “What’s-”

“Help!”I shrieked, “Carol, please!”

Will took off running toward her and Carol rounded the pool in an attempt to get away from him.

Oh, no! I tried to focus on the task at hand, and continued my backwards swim toward the edge.

“Grab the ledge!” I said as loud as I could manage, holding Dr. Miller’s midsection as he grabbed the tiles with both hands this time.

Neither of us could breath. With my last bout of effort I pushed my body up and out of the pool. Across the way Will stood with his hands up and Carol held the gun out in front of her, standing where Will had left it when he had been seated on the floor watching us struggle.

“Carol,” he breathed out her name, “Give me the gun back.”

“Talk to me, Will.” She glanced in our direction and then back to him.

“Joel’s the Lady Killer,” he blurted out.

“He’s lying!” I shouted

“I’m not lying.” Will shook his head. “I found out his secret and he tried to kill me. She’s too infatuated with him to believe it. She’s in denial. I have proof.”

Carol shook her head as she stared back at her fiance in disbelief. “Will.” It’s all she could choke out. She took a step back as he took a step forward.

I side-eyed the door when I saw movement in my peripheral vision.

Chas. He put a finger to his lips and tip-toed into the room.

“Give me the gun, honey,” Will begged. “I promise you, I have proof.”

“Where is it?” Carol humored him.

“It’s in his phone. I saw something I shouldn’t have when we were at the bar having a drink and your brother pulled that gun on me.”

“Joel doesn’t have a gun.”

“Joel has a gun.”

I wanted to shout out but I knew it could blow Chas’s cover, and so I decided to help guide Dr. Miller to the shallow end of the pool. My eyes locked on his briefly, though I couldn’t keep my eyes off Carol and Will for longer than a second.

“You’re not going to shoot me, Carol,” Will told her, “You can’t. You won’t.”

“Tell me what the hell is going on.”

When Chas ducked his body behind a giant, white pillar in the corner of the room, I knew I had a short window to speak.

“Will’s the Lady Killer!” I shouted.

Will turned slowly, glancing over his shoulder with all of the dramatics he could manage before staring back at Carol.

“She’s saying that because she’s protecting him,” he went on. “I love you, Carol. I’m sorry you’re finding out about your brother this way.” Will extended his arm toward her. His fingertips were less than a foot away from the weapon in Carol’s hand.

Will wagged his fingers, “Give it to me.” He lunged toward her and Carol pulled the trigger, but all there was was a gentle click. Her mouth suddenly hung open and she stared at the gun in her hand. Will looked equally shocked. He spoke the next sentence matter-of-factly as a genuine sadness plagued his features.

“You were going to shoot me."

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[my5unday]

lps2012 tumblr, me and my friend @octonauter have cooked up a satirical vinnil fanfiction.. hope you enjoy 😭 (dont mind any spelling mistakes and stuff im too lazy to read through the whole thing and fix stuff). We were planning on writing a serious fanfic but veryy quickly turned into this demon

Beach Day or Bleak ay -

It was the hottest day of the summer. The pets lazily laid in front of the only fan in the pet shop

It was shop, all the pets lazing around in the hot summer heat. “This sucks” they say in unison  “yes” vinnie agreed, being the only one who didn't say in unison. Pepper then hit him in the head with rubber chicken, “ow!! What was that for” he said sadly “You were out of unison, moron” she replied. Vinnie scoffs, he rolls his eyes and walks away from the crowd. He decides to go to the fire hydrants which is his usual space where he spends time alone

Vinnie began writing in his diary “Dear Dairy, its me again. Pepper is such a conniving, insolent, beastly woman! I curse upon thee the sorrows of a thousand dead widows. He heard a scream from outside the fire hydrant, it was shrill and raspy, peppers voice to be exact. “What I do” he said, slowly peering out of the fire hydrant to get a look at what might've happened. She got stuck by lightning, the pets crowded around her in panic. There was available hole in the ceiling of where the lighting stuck from. She lay on the pet shop floor, rolling in agony burnt like an egg on the florida sidewalk. Vinnie gasped and went back to hiding. Blythe soon arrived on the scene and called the pet ambulance, pepper was soon taken away and Blythe announced their next plan.

“Pets, I know that was REALLY crazy, but we deserve to get our minds off of pepper for a bit. What about a beach trip!” all the pets cheered while the hip upbeat guitar transition music played in the background, except for Vinnie who was still processing what he had just done. He started to hyperventilate but sunil though he was challenging him to a fast breathing contest so he started rapidly huffing and puffing harder than the big bad wolf ever could [vinnie being the big bad wolf] Sunil glared angrily at Vinnie as they continued this one sided competition. Vinnie said “ENOUGH!” and stormed off, Sunil looked at him confused and then it shrugged off as vinnie just being a bad sport. 

***

“Somethings going on with vinnie…” Russel said a suspicious tone in his voice, minkas jaw DROPPED 

“WHAT???” shock etching every corner of her monkey face

“Yeah.. you heard me. Don't you think its WEIRD how as soon as vinnie left to the fire hydrant, pepper got smited” he suspicious 

Minka started jumping up and down and screaming at Minka and looked at Russell as if he just killed her family of 1 [her]. 

The pet bus arrived at the beach, blythe in her blythe styleish swimsuit that we aren’t getting paid enough to describe. Sunil was wearing the most fabulous swim shorts designed by Blythe truly. They were solid black with mangos with a seamless red to yellow to green ombre. The leaves of the mangos were embellished with opulent rhinestones of a diverse plethora of chroma. The material Blythe used was exceptional, and provided for utmost comfort as Sunil wore them. The drawstrings of the swim shorts were made of a glow in the dark material [incase Sunil happened to find himself at the bottom of the ocean.] Finally the back of the swimshorts said “Juicy”, in an attempt to imitate the luxury brand Juicy Couture. It was truly a divine masterpiece work of art. Opulent.

Vinnie started burying himself in the sand to ignore the rest of the pets and hide from his guilt, he might as well live there for the rest of his life. He pulled out his sopping wet diary that he forgot was in his pocket before it was too late, it was completely damaged and unsalvageable. “I should've gotten rid of this stupid thing years ago anyways!” he yelled, throwing it out into the distance. Meanwhile Sunil stood on the beach near the water gazing down at it but not stepping in, he suddenly felt a weightful force crash into his noggin and send him flying across the ocean with an intense and unpredictable speed. He screamed in terror flailing around. Minka started recording.  He landed on something smooth, relived he sighed, until he looked down and saw he was laying on a shark. He screamed once again and started to swim away as fast as he could. “BLYTHE!!!!!! I NEED YOU TO SAVE ME R IM GOING TO BE EATEN BY THIS aaauGGHHAAAAAA” he yelled being cut off by the shark chasing after him.

Penny Ling looked around, “Say.. where is Blythe..” Blythe wasnt responsive , she was playing dress to impress on roblox and was too locked in on her outfit to pay attention to anything else. Despite the fact that Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the horses and all the king's men were calling her on her phone she still persisted on playing her game [the theme was Beach day].

Vinnie felt at fault for all of this, including Blythes crippling, deprecating, disgusting addiction/fixation on dress to impress [he introduced it to her]. If he hadn’t smited Pepper with his diary, Sunil wouldn't be drowning while being chased by sharks. He mustered [mustard] up all the mustard in his body [courage] and ran into the ocean at full force

“I'LL SAVE YOU SUNIL!” Vinnie yelled. Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the horses and all the king's men all stared in unison at Vinnie’s amazing feet as he blazed across the water like a trail of fire to save sunil.  At that point, Vinnie could only see Sunil’s paw sticking out of the water, which was also hard to see given the ocean water was the same color as his fur. Sunil sank. Vinnie divedin after him, racing down the water to catch up to his sinking body, he was unable to spot him until eye spying with his little eye, glowing in the water! The emergency glow in the dark shorts! from his drawstrings! Despite her disgusting addiction to dress to impress, Blythe was a genius! Then vinnie swept him out of the water graciously and swiftly, water exploding all around them where they emerged. Their spinning wet bodys reflecting in the sun. All the kings men or whatever stared in awe.

“I got first place with my outfit!” Blythe squealed in excitement, not paying attention to a sliver of what just unfolded. Vinnie laid Sunil on the soft, yet scorching hot sand [cause it's the hottest day of the summer] like it was his fourth of July party. Sunil was still unconscious. Blythe was still too focused to help, he thought… This only meant one thing. Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the horses and all the king's men gathered around vinnie and sunil as they watched the INSANE scene about to fold in front of them. Vinnie pressed his lips to Sunil like it was his October third party in 2002 at 1:06AM [Eastern standard time] “It’s just cpr… it’s just cpr…” he thought to himself, but with every puff of air his mind wandered away from just saving his best friend. Sunil awoken and gasped, he looked around in fear and confusion, shaking and sputtering out incoherent words. He had had a thumb sized cut on his cheek [he has a FAT thumb]. “Shh… It’s okay Sunil… I’m here…” he said in a hush. Sunil screamed and ran away, his footprints in the sand like Cinderella's slippers. And NO ONE could find him… He must be embarrassed by the cpr, Vinnie thought, and chased after him like Prince Churning. 

The trail ended behind a rock, where Sunil was crouched behind a rock, weeping ever so softly. Vinnie slowly walked up to Sunil, trying not to startle the mongoose. “Hey, Sunil… I know I just gave you cpr and stuff but… you don’t have to be all sad about it, y’know.” He put his hand on his shoulder. Sunil looked back at him with the most softest eyes, amber glowing golden in the hot sun [it being the hottest day of the year afterall] his soft eyes then turned sour [stream olivia rodrigo], he was angry at vinny for embarrassing him in front of all of the kings horses and all the king's men. “This is all YOUR fault! If you hadn't thrown that STUPID diary, don't think i didn't see what it said before i fell into the water. “I curse upon thee the sorrow of a thousand dead widows ?!” YOUR the one who smitted pepper. And we don't even know if she's going to survive!” his voice cracked with emotion, tears swelling up in his humongous amber eyes, the salt of the tears stinging the thumb-sized scar on his face. . Vinnies breathing began to quicken uncontrollably, he became lightheaded and the world spun around him. His heart pounded in his chest as he hyperventilated. This WAS all his fault… “And ENOUGH of that breathing competition, you are so.. so.. IMMATURE!” he rolled his eyes

Vinnies heart was in a million pieces. He truly believed Sunil felt what he felt when he was giving him cpr, it turned out to be all a delusion. 

TO BE CONTINUED…..?

[i hope not]

[theamityelf]

i am eating and chewing your yandere content, its so good, i love it so so much, if youre still taking requests maybe some yandere mukuro and naegi? I always think there's a lot of potential there but there's not a lot of content for it

Oh, I love it. I need to pick what time period I'm going with...

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It didn't take much.

A smile, a greeting. Asking about her opinions and experiences. The time he asked if she needed help carrying her bag (and she had to run away because if he came any closer he would notice the smell of blood coming from inside it), the time he asked her if she was coming to lunch (and she blushed so badly, Junko later said her face looked like one big zit). Or maybe it was nothing to do with her at all; maybe it was because of how he was with everyone else, or how they were with him.

Maybe it was even as simple as the fact that she was used to traveling light, used to picking a few things she could carry and disregarding everything else.

She could carry him easily.

"Uh, Mukuro?" he said. "Are you okay?"

Right, she'd been staring. He'd taken the time to ask her if she wanted to join his group for ice cream after school, and she was being weird.

How embarrassing. She was definitely blushing again, now.

Well, it wasn't like that mattered. She was weird. She was socially inept and ugly and useless, and none of that mattered. Because the world was going to end soon, anyway. Maizono or Kirigiri could take him to a school dance, but Mukuro could pull him from the school before it turned into a warzone.

"Go on without me," she finally said. "I need to discuss something with Junko."

"Oh, okay. See you tomorrow!" Makoto and his friends vacated the classroom, leaving only...the 'despair sisters'.

Junko was sitting in her seat, filing her nails. Mukuro walked over to her and just stood there, waiting to be acknowledged. There was no doubt that her sister already knew everything she was feeling. She always did.

"Well?" Junko eventually said, her eyes meeting Mukuro's with cool amusement. "Are you too scared to ask, or do you just love wasting my time, skank?"

"I'm not scared," Mukuro answered. She did have a heightened awareness of the seriousness of this situation, but what she felt wasn't fear. "And...I'm also not asking."

"Gadzooks! Could it be that the worm has grown a spine?!"

"He can easily be spared from the plan. We don't need him in order to do what we intend to do."

"No sh!t, dumb*ss! The despair doesn't kick in when it's fvcking necessary!"

"The despair doesn't kick in if the plan doesn't happen, either." Mukuro's fingernails bit into her palms, as she forcibly steeled her tone and held her sister's gaze. She'd never threatened disobedience like that before. "You have everyone else in the class. You have me. You don't need him. Really, for a guy like him to keep his memories and watch them die that way...it would be more despairful than losing his memories and getting killed in the first or second round without understanding anything."

"So. You're suggesting he languishes in the data center while the killing game plays out, then you collect him in your nasty little arms once it's all over? Once the world is in ashes and there's no one else to love but you?"

"Essentially, yes."

Junko's lips curved. "And what's your contingency plan for how he'll react to knowing your designs for him?"

"He won't know about it until it happens."

And Junko's expression went blank, as though she found Mukuro's answer terribly boring. She rolled her eyes. "Fvcking atrocious. I can't even hint with you. Hey, Ultimate Soldier. You didn't secure your perimeter. Kind of a rookie mistake, dontcha think?"

"What?"

She dipped her head to the side, indicating a desk a few seats away where a familiar composition book lay open. "He forgot his notebook, smart*ss."

Mukuro wheeled around and heard a gasp from the doorway, and then retreating footsteps.

She broke into a sprint. Naturally, she was able to catch him, hand-gag him, and drag him into an unoccupied classroom before he could even think to yell.

Makoto's ineffectual squirming, his kicking and his elbowing, his growling and his vain attempts to speak...Mukuro was sure that she was blushing again, as she allowed more of her body to touch his than was strictly necessary to subdue him.

She was restricting his airflow, so he was going to pass out very shortly. And then she would have to contend with her sister. But for now...

"H-Hi," she said awkwardly, as he struggled in her arms. "Um, sorry. Sorry that I, uh...If I'd known that this would happen, I would've laid down a rug here. And maybe worn some perfume. I mean, I guess you can't breathe anyway..."

Fortunately, Makoto lost consciousness before she could say anything else.

She let go of him, so she could watch him slide out of her arms and rest on the tiles, all helpless. She took stock of what he must have overheard. Jeez, she must have sounded like such a pathetic, lovesick...

She heard Junko coming before the door moved. Immediately, she positioned herself defensively in front of him. Her sister was not allowed to kill him. That was the one thing in the world she wasn't allowed to do.

"Well, this is a clusterfvck, isn't it?" Junko deadpanned. "I guess not much of a cluster. It's just him. This one tripping hazard of a guy. I could just bite his little cheeks."

"I've never asked you for anything. Just him."

"Au contraire! You're not asking, remember? Where did that spine go? Did your body reabsorb it?"

"I-"

"This is boring. Take him to your dorm room, keep him there. I'll figure out what to do about this, as always. Can you manage an iota of stealth this time, you troll?"

Mukuro's heart soared. "Yes. Thank you."

"Oh, shut up. Out of my sight."

She princess-carried him to her room.

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(I thought about making Kyoko the one who overheard, but the outcome there would be too similar to the Yandere Taka one.)

[lagncx]

Rough hands.

Alexisonfire…

I wanted to give you guys what I have so far I didn’t want people to think I was a bum or lying about working on the Karl x reader @nonchalantgat0 Ily this is for you.

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And my heart filled with rust!

These hands will always be rough!

You held your newborn baby in your arms and she was wrapped tightly, the biting cold hitting you harshly. “Karl- just come with us.” You begged once again, you forgot how many times you had asked.

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You had been in the village since forever raised by a flower selling mother and a priest father, you had picked flowers for Your mother but froze when you saw Mother Miranda and a boy you felt your excitement thrive as she approached you “Hello {❤️} out here picking flowers for your mother?” You nodded and got on your knees bowing your head. She brushed your hair back

“This is my son,” you said, looking up and seeing the boy up close, tilting your head to the side. He was being held by the wrist, his body language shielded, and his eyes wet with tears. He must’ve been scolded.

“His name is Heisenberg. You’d be well off to remember, you’ll see a lot of him. I want you to be his friend, show him around get him fed, and take care of him when I can’t.” You whined to yourself immediately stopping when Miranda spread out her wings.

Years spent with the boy honestly if it wasn’t for you, you don’t know if Karl would’ve survived.

You sighed as you watched him follow you from ten steps behind. It was like having a shadow, you stopped and turned around stepping towards him and he backed up. You said “Huh?” To yourself then you smiled and started jogging after him making him back away “Fine! You want to follow me! Let’s play tag!” You giggled as you began to sprint making him let out a gasp as he started to run away for reals this time. You laughed as you zig-zagged around the other villagers. “You sure are fast fatty” You laughed but felt yourself fall on your ass after bumping into him. “What?” He said you panicked laugh filled with anxiety “I uh-…”

“Fatty?!” He growled and then you heard something else growl, you smirked as he looked down shamefully, a blush on his chubby cheeks “Ooooohoho” you giggled “Someone’s hungry!” You teased before getting up wiping the dirt off your butt. “Come,” you said

You thanked your father for the shillings and grabbed Heisenberg's hand walking with him “Father is priest?” He asked suddenly “Haha yeah but he’s not strict! He’s cool!” You smiled stopping at a door with its window open, the smell hitting Karl’s nose and making his stomach burn in hunger. You had said something into the window standing on a loose brick putting the shillings on the window sill and grabbing two loaves of bread and cheese. You hustled back to Karl and gave him a bread loaf “Here you go.”

Sitting by the reservoir you and Karl feasted, you ended up giving him the rest of yours since he seemed to be so hungry “Geez Karl does Mother Miranda not feed you?” He froze. “Don't like eating it.” You nodded silently, not pushing the subject. “Well… just come to me and I’ll keep you fed. How about we get some of Luiza's chili next time?” Karl nodded, smiling for a second. You looked back at the group of kids swimming and laughing with each other sighing. Karl watched too “Why are you alone?” He said. You sighed and rubbed your hands against your shirt “don’t like those kids. But it’s fine because I like you. Cause you're weird! And I think that’s cool” you smiled with shining teeth.

You were inseparable you would

Then things changed as you both aged a bit more.

You groaned thrashing around on the grass field. “I’ll be there," he says! ‘Just wanna get away for a bit!’ He says! Brings me out here only to not show up!” You yelled mocking Karl. You stayed till sundown. It wasn't safe after that to be all the way out here in the pitch black. So you went home. Your father had almost lost it praying himself to death that you were safe and your mother over exaggerated saying how she had readied a bunch of roses for your funeral.

“Asshole Karl.” You sighed looking at the mud on your boots and throwing them next to your door taking off your clothes and putting on night clothes crawling into bed snuggled against the wall side of it. You were slightly asleep when you heard your window being pushed and something fell inside making you gasp and sit up. The dark was hard to see in as you turned to your side to see two glowing grey eyes. You took a deep deep breath. “Don’t scream.” The person said “Karl?!” You screamed before shutting your mouth. You scrambled to light a candle and saw the way he shielded his eyes from it. “Too bright.” He whined “hurts!” He said you blew the candle out immediately “what’re you doing here! Wait! You left me waiting all day!” You huffed hitting him in the chest “ow! I had to…Miranda she-…experimented on me” your face softened “what?”

After explaining you took a moment to take in the scars on his face the exhaustion in his eyes and the obvious change in his eyes…gray, bright gray like a snowy night. After a few minutes of silence he only cried “I wanna go home.” He sniffed. “Karl, you're being too loud.” You hushed him pulling his sobbing form into your chest “it’s okay…”

You whispered.

Since then you lost faith in Miranda and you grew to hate her for what she did to her “children” poor Karl, poor Alcina and Donna…Moreau.

One night when he visited Karl declared how one of these days he’d “marry you” and it made you laugh but he was dead serious. Promising to get you both out of here…and to stay by your side forever he felt safe with you. A guardian of some sorts is what Miranda would describe you as when you walked him to her when it was time for him and his siblings to be given their gifts.

After that he stopped showing, stopped talking to you. It didn’t bother you…it did but you didn’t really feel romantically towards Karl till way later. It just felt like he disappeared and didn’t say goodbye so In your young adult mind it was fuck him.

All the other people your age started working under these new four lords. Miranda’s children and your father had held your hand when he showed you the altar and your eyes trailed over Miranda, Alcina, Moreau, Donna. She was beautiful but now she hid behind a veil. It must've been Miranda. ”Karl.” You sneered seeing the picture of the now teen Karl lil asshole with his hat and glasses your father sighed “he’s a lord now. Maybe you should offer something to him. I'm sure he’d appreciate it since he hasn’t spoken to you in so long.” You crossed your arms “no! it was me I stopped talking to him! He’s lame dad so I don’t care!” Your father huffed a chuckle “No you didn’t…and you do care” your father was no fool. When you told him what Karl went through losing his family your father told you to stay quiet. Though something in his eyes seemed to already know.

So here you both were next to the horse statue. Your father putting a piece of gold into the horse's mouth you scoffed “this is stupid” you sighed but you pulled out some piece of trash you could think of but then you stopped feeling a cold piece of metal on your fingers you pulled out a locket, you swallowed a wad of spit. You opened it the engraved

“closest to your heart you will never forget my face”

Hell yea fucking metal! Maybe it’ll make the asshole feel bad. Leaving you like that with not a word not a letter. You put the locket around the horse's snout, the locket hanging in front of the open mouth. You felt you had no idea where you found the damn locket. “Come sweetie. It seems to be the first snow.” Your father said, guiding you away.

You had a nice meal at luiza's home but you got up grabbing the church’s ax for firewood for the village with a mission. “Ducking Asshole! You become some big shot and forget about me.” You mumbled.

What set this off?

Two things, he's been off the grid not even sending you a damn postcard. Two, some girl at luiza's house said that ‘her and lord Heisenberg had Found a nice little creek to go and have a smoke!! OoooOOO and they had a good time! Said Karl’s such a good kisser had the best hands and fingers were like heaven she said she felt blessed oOooOoohhh what a load of- “bullshit!” You yelled, smashing the ax into the bronze horse statue, pulling it back the statue falling in the process but you smashed it with the blunt back of the ax “Don’t show!” Hit “For…Years!” Another swing the hide of the horse denting…damn you're strong. “And then!” Another hit “Some girl says you fucked her! What happened to getting married!” You screamed, slamming the ax again, the sounds from the hits rang in your ears,

you beheaded the damn thing. You were gonna leave but you sneered “You don’t deserve that locket I found” you whispered. Digging through the treasures you couldn’t find it your hands froze when you realized

Out of all the gold and diamonds, food and jewels he took only your rusted silver…

———

You went to the group around the beheaded horse statue “whoever did this will be punished” one of the observers whispered. You shuffled rubbing your hands together like there was blood on it.

Your father looked at you knowingly disappointedly but he kept quiet before leading the group back to church service leaving you there. You didn’t realize how hard you were biting your bottom lip till you let go and sighed when the blood rushed to the numb piece of skin you turned towards the puffs of smoke in the air, the factory. Maybe…no. You turned away walking to the gate that connected the village, the gates branding the emblem of the lords all except Heisenberg.

You stretched and pushed the gates turning to see your freind “Hi duke!” You smiled sweetly. He clapped his hands “Hello sweet plum. How have you been?” He jested he knew exactly what you’ve been going through, all your breakdowns always found their way into the duke's ear. “Quite a number you did on that horse hm…” you pulled on your face a deep groan erupted from you “Fuck that horse and Fuck Karl!” You spit

The Duke smirked “It’s lord Heisenberg now, you know that right?” You looked at your boots pushing it into the ground pushing grass up with it “Foolish of you to think I give a damn about him being all official. Not just anyone deserves my respect and the asshole just goes missing to become a lord under the Bi-…the person who abused him.” You shook your head “Assholes become so entitled he started thinking it’s okay to fuck village women!” You could feel your brain letting out steam.

The duke hummed “Does he?” You snapped your head to him “The girl said it herself” you growled “He said he would marry me, Duke!” The duke chuckled while eating something watching you pace around “did he?”

“Not that I wanted him to because we were kids but I thought that meant he wouldn’t leave me alone!” You can’t lie the thought of marriage with Karl made you have a small crush on him but it faded quickly when he stopped showing and you only saw his pictures in church his hair had grown which it seemed Miranda kept shaven on the sides pomade in his hair slicking it back but it didn’t fit him, but he almost looked, handsome? You sighed ready to continue but you heard the gate open with more force than needed.

The Duke looked down at his pocket watch “Ah my lord you came just in time!” You froze, lord? You didn’t turn your bones rattling, you heard a cough deep, scratchy. footsteps..heavy. You saw the corner of your eye and a hand dropped Lei on the table. “I heard about your offering statue, a shame it was really beautifully crafted.” The duke hummed. You cursed yourself under your breath. “Yea, she had balls.” The man said you felt eyes burn a hole into your head. “Are you gonna greet your lord? Or are you gonna stand in my way?” The voice said the words pulling like a leash the sound of heavy metal smashing on the ground. You slowly turned “funny thing, you think I’d bow down to you, got a bit entitled didn’t you fat boy.” You smirked, you saw the way he sat there in silence.

“…<💙>” he whispered. The Duke cleared his throat after a long few minutes “your cigars my lord. And I cleaned this for you” You glanced at the cigar box and around it was your locket. Karl took it and looked at you “How have you been?” He said his voice was strong, almost like he didn’t know what to say. You shook your head “Why do you care, give me the locket. You can get back to whatever bitches bed you’ve been keeping warm.” You went to snatch the chain and he pulled back a hand on your chest pushing you back “Are you serious?! Fuck! I knew you were mad but you really think I left to go fuck village pussy?!” He looked genuinely hurt of course you didn’t think that.. you knew it was Miranda he could read it on your face you knew it was fucking Miranda that kept him from you.

“You remember when you said we’d get married! That you’d get us out of here?!” You said finally snatching the locket “But we were kids! So I guess I shouldn’t have got my hopes up.” You sucked a breath into what you were saying. You knew he was put through unimaginable torture and pressure torn away from his own home and made to be some little monster but your pride was bigger than your heart..maybe.

You turned to the Duke and said, “I’m sorry, Duke. Bye.” With that, you left and looked back maybe once…hoping he'd chase you. He didn't…couldn’t.

——-

Finally, you were an adult. Mid-twenties now, and you hoped and prayed to Mother Miranda you’d be picked to work for one of the lords. You didn’t worry about Heisenberg; nobody ever worked with him except the men. Like you’d want to anyway. You fiddled with your locket the cold piece of metal on your chest. Maybe Donna…you did love that home next to the waterfall. It was breathtaking, plus Father told you how to sew. You smiled thinking about the nice moments you’d share with Miss Benneviento. You wouldn’t hate the castle, it was big and just a prime example of that book you read once about Gothic architecture. You wondered how many rooms were in there. And if the wine was as exquisite as they say. Lost in your thoughts standing in the line of girls you looked up and met those piercing eyes of Mother Miranda. She smiled at you, warmly more warm than anyone else. Her fingers ghosted over your cheek “My my…the woman you’ve become.” She smiled, those two gold claw accessories she had going around your neck

“Still as much of a troublemaker as when you were still a child. You were getting my son into mischief” Oh yea. The lords were here to pick someone to work for them. Moreau, Alcina, Karl, Donna. You frowned “I apologize for the trouble I caused upon this village.” You laughed with the group of girls and some of the boys joked about it “Just a little? Yeah, you and Karl almost lost the cattle”

one of the boys scoffed you rolled your eyes “Only cause I wanted them to be free.” Miranda laughed “Alright that’s enough. What I’m saying is I’ve seen how you’ve matured.” You smiled Miranda leaned in and whispered “What house did you wanna be in?” Her hand patted your hair “kinda hoping for Donna.” You whispered smiling when she made eye contact with you. You could see Donna shaking in slight excitement.

You saw Karl look between you and her before he dropped his hammer off his shoulder “Mother!” Miranda turned to him “What is it?” She raised a brow “Can I uh-..confer with you on something?” Miranda smiled at you and put a hand on your shoulder before going to him as they walked a little ways off. Donna shyly scuttled to your side. “H-hello…” she whispered, her voice was so much more powerful than she acted. “Hello Miss Benneviento.”

You bowed and she took a second before asking “Why did you choose me over Karl?” You looked down, everyone expected you to choose Karl. Like a best friend reunited. Honestly, you liked Donna and you had a lot to make up for. You put a hand on hers that held Angie making her jump “Think of it as me making up for all those times I’d be rude to you.” You smiled at her.

You heard the sound of snow crunching under your shoes “Donna! Away from her.” Miranda boomed not angrily but just an order. Donna walked away, her head turning to see Karl, his face unreadable. Miranda walked up to you. “Unfortunately you will not be chosen today.” You dropped your arms to your side. “What?” You whispered “But do not fret it was nothing about you, you're alright. My son has said it is not your time.” You stiffened and so did Donna.

Karl could feel your stare. The way your nose flared hes only seen that look once before.

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You threw a stone into the water a bottle of wine in your hand you snatched from your mothers cabinet you were mumbling curses to Karl obviously pissed off the alchohol made you feel fucking sick you didn't see why people drink this shit but now you do, its to drown out there sorrows. You watched the sun lower itself over the hills, the dark bringing wind that whispered to you.

You slurred a little song sounding like a damn squealing hog while you sang falling on the ground “Iveeee fallen!” You whined “Plewseeee mother Miranda saveeee meeee” you giggled as you howled jokingly. Shutting you up quickly The sound of howling and growling and the hushed steps over the dry grass making you snap up. You looked around you, not trusting your eyes and the swaying of things. “Hello?” You yelled “Look village boys don’t fuck with me! Go to your job…I don’t know.” You grumbled grumpily. You saw a silhouette stand up then another…then more. You blinked hardly and rubbed your eyes

You pointed and started to count “one…two…” before you could finish you felt nails scratch and pull at you your screams were vibrating your ears. You clawed at the dirt getting stuck under your nails and felt your leg be thrashed around teeth latched into your skin. You felt like a rag doll. You cried out in pain but the shock of it all caused you to go silent, your vision blurred before you finally passed out.

You opened your eyes, head thumping against the ground as you got pulled into a broken down sanctuary. You groaned “please…someone.” You whispered the smell was putrid and you hissed feeling your leg be yanked on. You whimpered when you got thrown down into a pile. You turned yourself over and shrieked in fear, disgust and shock “..L-..Luis?” You whispered breath shaky. You saw the way his eyes seemed to have lost its flame the way a large gash laid across your fellow villagers cheek. You whimpered quietly crying before you froze when steps came around this death pile.

“No…No! This is the exact bullshit I’m talking about, you smelly fucks! I said no women! No children!” You heard the sound of metal bang on the already ruined ground the sound of the smelly fucks in question scuttling around quickly like a scared kitten. “Don’t fucking run from me! You guys still don’t fucking listen! You!”

You heard the sudden sound of wind breaking an object flying overhead and banging into one of the growling specimens, whining from the pain. So…obviously this was Karl you should’ve known he was a fucked up dude. Maybe the universe did you a favor pulling him away from you.

“Pull that one out.” He yelled and you heard sniffing and felt the sudden urge of pain jaw logged in your leg pulling you out the pile. “Fuck…shit…” you heard Karl whispering

“move! Get away!” Karl ordered he kneeled next to you “shit, not you. Not you.” He grunted and picked you up. You must’ve looked dead, you couldn’t speak and felt numb. You could smell him though…you breathed it in almost filling your nose with regret. The smell wasn’t exactly what many women would want a man to smell like. But it was comforting somewhere behind the must and…the smell of gas which was comforting his clothes wet with sweat.

“I’m gonna clean you up…just gotta get you there..keep your eyes open dammit.” He slapped your cheek harder than intended making you hiss, feeling seeping back into your cold skin. “Shit shit…sorry.” You couldn’t fight it and closed your eyes. You also knew that you trusted him to keep you safe. You kept him safe all those years before.

Vision hazy you opened your eyes feeling cold water seep into your hair, almost like heaven you felt fingers knead into your scalp cleaning the blood and dirt and musk of those man like things from you before a hand poured water over your legs and stomach and well everywhere someone holding your head were you naked? Shit who gives a fuck…you just wanted to rest.

But you felt hands gently scrub away the dirt and clumped blood “You're gonna be just fine.” He whispered and off to sleep you went

—-(gonna try writing more idk…better)—-

The gentle thud of metal against metal roused you from your slumber. As you attempted to sit up, you realized that tight bandages and sore muscles rendered movement impossible. Surveying the room, you noted its blandness and simplicity. The makeshift mattress, devoid of any comfort, offered only a pillow and a large tarp. Your breathing was steady, but you felt almost numb from your chin down to your feet, as if you were barely present. Observing your upper half covered in tight bandages, you couldn't help but scoff inwardly at the thoughtfulness, as they only served to restrict any semblance of relaxation.

As you closed your eyes, the piercing screech of the door interrupted your peace, followed by an unnaturally forceful slam. Familiar mumbles and curses filled the air as the door to your room swung open, and you debated whether to feign sleep or attempt to sit up. Opting to remain still, you watched as your rescuer paced the room before settling into a makeshift metal chair at a desk, driving a small knife into the worn wooden surface.

You looked up at the ceiling clenching your jaw but relaxing and letting out a small “Karl?” Your voice is almost unrecognizable…almost but you saw the way he stiffened his posture before stopping whatever he was doing. Turning around to look at you, his sunglasses hiding if he was glaring at you or looking over your wounds, there was a long silence that you decided to break. “Where am i?” you said you heard him huff to himself “No thank you? Typical.” He looked back at the desk pushing the knife into the wood “you've become such a stuck up bitch.” You were caught off guard “Excuse me?”

Stuck up bitch?

Yea after leaving you for years wondering what happened what you did? What’d he expect you to open your arms? He only sighed “you’re in the factory.” He grabbed his knife and walked out the room slamming the door behind him. You furrowed your brows “the factory?” You whispered to yourself. His factory. Far away from the rest of the village is where you heard he settled in an abandoned factory. The mysterious metal castle, its smoke rising into the air ,wonders only he knew about.

You huffed and pulled yourself up and out of the bed stumbling over to the desk you doubled over in pain gasping at the sharp edge in your side. You stumbled over to the door pushing it open, the sound of it sliding on the floor was like hell. Heat hit you immediately you had spent so much energy pushing the door you could only lean down on your knees and lay on the metal floor. It was comforting there was an unnatural heat coming from under but you closed your eyes letting sleep take you.

Waking up you looked around feeling a blanket over you still laying on the heated floor you snuggled up “You awake?” You sat up too fast only yelping from the pain looking up at Heisenberg smoking a cigar “You crawled out that room to sleep on the floor? Hm.” He blew out some smoke. You licked your lips looking at the glass of half drunk water on a crate placed upside down with an ashtray on it. There was an old tune that seemed to skip back a few seconds on a record player. Karl saw the way you looked at the cup, he sighed and turned his head away from you looking over at a wall. You wanted to ask him if you could drink it, your lips cracked and sore and your eyes heavy still. You looked down readying yourself to push yourself up to your feet then you saw a sliver of metal almost the size of a band wrap around the base of the glass cup and flying over to you.

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Well that’s so far!! ^^

[in1-nutshell]

And I also wanted to see of Maxima being a con (in the same universe as Ophelia btw if you remember!)

I’ll probably request more, but like usual ill request just two per open request

Almost forgot about writing that one for the summaries!

Here it is now!

Hope you enjoy!

Maxima turns into a Con

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Maxima had been quiet for the past few days.

Ever since her brief encounter with Megatron and Ophelia…

She knew she needed to come up with an answer or some sort of plan.

Maxima knew what would happen if she betrayed the Autobots.

If she betrayed Optimus…

But who then was going to save Opehlia?

Megatron was going to terminate her the next battle if she didn’t join his ranks.

All she needed to do was shoot someone and that would guarantee Ophelia’ safety.

The decision needed to be made fast, the others were starting to notice the change.

Miko going up to Maxima: “Hey you wanna go dune bashing?” Maxima looks down at Miko: “Not today Miko.” Miko pats her pede: “You okay Maxima? You’ve been acting a bit weird lately. You sick? Wait can you guys get sick?” Jack: “Who’s sick?” Raf: “Someone’s sick?” Maxima: “No one is sick. Its just… I have a lot of things going up in the old helm. We can go dune bashing another day, okay?” Miko and the others seem satisfied with the answer and leave her alone. Maxima sighs and goes to return to her habsuite, but a servo stops her. It was Optimus. Optimus: “Maxima, is everything all right?” Maxima gives him a tired smile: “Not so much, but I’m handling it.” Optimus: “If you need help Maxima, do not be afraid to ask for assistance from me or the others.” Maxima stomps down the little cry in her throat: “Understood… and thank you.” Maxima slips through the Prime’s servos and quietly enters her room. Optimus stays in the same place for a bit before Ratchet walks over. Ratchet: “Something’s going on with her Optimus.” Optimus: “Agreed old friend.” Ratchet: “Did she tell you anything?” Optimus: " Nothing that would serve of use. But I am sure she will come to us if the problem does prove to be much.” Ratchet mumbles a bit: “Let’s hope so.” Optimus nods to this as well.

Finally, the day came.

Maxima took an extra hour before the mission to make sure her fail safe plans in the base had been set up.

Hopefully someone would snoop around and see the recordings.

She said her goodbyes to the children and gave a quick hug to Ratchet and ran into the groundbridge.

As expected, the ‘ambush’ was there waiting for them.

Maxima stayed on the defense until Megatron arrived.

She stopped her movements and stared at the warlord from across the field.

Maxima activated her blasters, shakingly.

Tears began pooling around her optics.

She knew who was behind her.

She knew what this would do to the team.

She knew what this would do to her.

… But who knows what Megatron would do to Ophelia if she didn’t do it.

Without taking her teary gaze from Megatron, Maxima fires one blast.

…

…

… straight into Optimus Prime’s chassis.

The entire battlefield went quiet seeing the mighty Prime fall from the blast. Maxima can’t hear anything other than the white noise in her audials. She can’t hear her teammates calling to her. She barely felt Megatron dragging her to the groundbridge. Before she knew it, the colors of the Nemesis filled her vision. Megatron clamps her shoulders wearing a proud smile. Something she hadn’t seen since she was a sparkling. Megatron: “My fellow Decepticons! What you have just witnessed was the death of an Autobot and the rise of a Decepticon. Maxima is now one of us.” Maxima feels the waterworks slowly coming. Megatron guides Maxima to a room. Maxima: “Where are we?” Megatron: “Your new shared quarters.” He opens the door. Megatron: “As promised, no harm done.” Ophelia gasps seeing Maxima at the doorframe. Megatron gives her another pat on the shoulder: “For future reference, I am the only one who can kill Optimus Prime… welcome to your new home my child.” SLAM! The door closes as Maxima falls to her knees. Ophelia runs over to her. Ophelia: “What are you doing here!? What did—” Maxima pulls her close and starts sobbing: “Y-you’re alive! Oh t-thank the Prime’s you’re- you’re okay!” Ophelia starts crying too and hugs back. Ophelia: “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Maxima just hugs tighter as a new wave of tears arrives. Only time would tell what would happen to the two now. But at least they were safe… for the time being at least…